A few things I love

I can appreciate classic music like Monster Hits, The Entire Collection. Like, bring on the synthesizers, I'm listening.

Being taken out to dinner.

My inclination to be small-bosomed and small-bottomed.

The ability to unconditionally love a rat.

Red wine and my lips. This is not what I love. Hide your jugulars, Dracula is on the loose.

My red stilettos.

Temperatures that allow me to get out of bed in the morning, without instantly cryogenically freezing my proboscis-like body parts.

My couch. It has a specific place, where I have popped the springs, and there is a canyon for my bum. It's perfect, and fits my bottom like a glove. No one else gets it.

One thing I don't love:
Hectic days, filled with meetings and stress. Like today.