&! The fact that a breakfast pizza—& OK, to truly understand how amazing this is (because you really get nothing from just “breakfast pizza” except, oh guess what, it exists) let me put it in context for you.
It is a pizza intended for breakfast hours; a magic spell woven of biscuit-like crust, smothered in gravy and topped with cheese, fluffy scrambled eggs, and the occasional sprinkle of sausage.
In short, it’s pretty much one of the most perfect foods ever created, and one of them is always than five minutes away from me at any given time while I’m at work.
&! Colorful VW bugs; bless them in all their M&M-like, candy-coated glory
&! Climbing into a sun-warmed car full of beautiful noise
&! That there’s now three tattoos on my love that I can say, “That one was for me,” about—& that this new one is in the same font, and says the same thing, as the engraving inside his wedding ring:
&! Deep-fried turkey, cream gravy, mashed potatoes, cornbread casserole, frog-eye salad, dill pickles, sparkly cider, rolls, green-bean casserole and my weight in creamy spinach-articoke dip—& then going back for seconds
&! Having someone make lunch for you
&! Infinity scarves, of which I own approximately one & want approximately ALL of. Particularly cozy, fluffy, cable-knit ones.
&! The chapstick from the salon that I got the morning of Reese‘s wedding, when my bedhead turned into this amazing hippie-chignon-braided creation, I got to wear a dress the color of a backlit amethyst, and my iridescent blue heels saw the light of day for the last time (dear everyone who is ever in a wedding, ever; I beseech you, practice standing still for up to 30 minutes in whatever shoes you’re planning to bridesmaid in. i tell you this because I did not, and basically spent Reese’s gorgeous ceremony crucifying my feet)
&! Five Finger Death Punch’s cover of Bad Company
&! Free pie Wednesdays date night at Shari’s
&! Introducing my parents to Marcel, the Shell with Shoes On on Thanksgiving afternoon
&! How Glee’s Welcome Christmas amps up my level of excitement about the holidays to It’s Christmas Morning, I’m Five and I’m In Footie Pajamas-level.
And also, it makes me want to start bawling as soon as they start singing. I only tell you guys this because you’re my friends.