Looky there... it's my 500th post!

Seriously, folks, I talk (type) a lot. I am not kidding. (Of course, you know me and/or my blog, so you already knew this.) This is my 500th post. Wowza. The good news? I'm not going to list 500 things for you. (I'm pretty sure that there was collective sigh of relief heard around the world as I typed that sentence.) No, I'm not going to list 500 things that I love, but I am going to show you 5 things that made me happy today.

This baby. Her name is Sally, and I love her.



She is the best medicine I've had all summer long, and Jo is such a good friend that she lets me hold her baby all day long if I want to. (And today, I did. I got there at 9:00 and left at 6:00. All I did all day was sit and hold Sally while I talked to Jo. It was pretty much the best day ever.)

These Sobe drinks. I double dog dare you to try and find more joy for $1.

Especially if I put it in the freezer for a couple hours, so it starts to get icy. You can't beat a cranberry/grapefruit Sobe that's been frozen and then shaken so it's full of icy woofendoofers. Delish!

This song. Every time I hear it, I smile. It's poetry to me.



What do I love about this version of the song? The intro. "Love, baby. Love." Amen, Pops.

This movie. I love Dan (everybody does, you know).



And, okay, I have to show you this part because it's basically my favorite part of the whole movie - except for maybe the bathroom/shower scene - oh, and the bookstore scene and the breakfast conversation that ensues over the muffin that's the size of a small planet - and the dinner scene, "this corn is an angel" - and the "YOU ARE A MURDERER OF LOVE!" scene - and the "I'm in the 4th grade, I can make things up myself" car scene - not to mention the guitar and the singing in the family talent show. (Okay, okay. So, I love the whole freaking movie. I can't help myself, it's fabulous. If you haven't seen it, you must.)



I swear, if I ever have kids, I'm gonna have to sing to them about little piggies. The "wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee..." part at the end of the song makes me laugh out loud - every time.

Cinnamon rolls. Specifically, Cousin Julie's cinnamon rolls.



You may recall that I've gone on and on about her cinnamon rolls before. They are, in a word, divine. And her sister, my sweet cousin Shelly, is coming to Arizona for the weekend. Praise all that is holy and good in this world, Shelly has room in the car for a special treat from Julie to me. When I talked to Julie tonight and she gave me the option of plain cinnamon rolls, pecan cinnamon rolls and/or pecan and craisin cinnamon rolls I had to say "yes, please" to any and all of the above.

Life is good.

Amen.