1. margaritas with dinner. clearly, homemade margaritas are better because they are (a) cheaper and (b) you can decide how much booze to portion to margarita mix. even better with a bendy neon straw.
2. learning your arch nemesis has met their demise. well, as much demise as you could hope for them without feeling too bad. add in that it makes your lot in life a lot easier and it's an even better day.
3. making it a coffee night. on a porch is better, but let's get real. i live in texas. it is 7 pm and currently 102 degrees outside. it's effin hot. there is no porch that is that cool. and let's get really real. i'm a sweater.
4. coming home to find you have mail. i have pen pals. real pen to paper (or in today's case) postcard pen pals. the pretty one in oklahoma sent me a postcard that makes me ever so anxious to write her back.
5. fried pickles. this needs no explanation.
6. boys. if i can recall correctly, there was once a time when there were boys that made your day better with a phone call or a hug or what have you. i guess on the plus side, there isn't currently one to make my day worse.
7. pedicures. never fail, paying someone to rough about your feet and make them prettier is way worth it. even better if they dig into your calf muscle with the right amount of pain. (note to self: get higher paying job. need to afford pedicures on daily basis.)
8. something good on tv. i'm pretty sure that the invention of satellite tv has been the best and worst thing that could have happened to our society. we are totally okay with locking ourselves in a room for hours on end watching terrible reality television (except who would have ever known "kendra" would be as good as it is?! she was so obnoxious on "the girls next door".) but we have 800 channels and can't find a damn thing to watch. i have ALMOST resigned myself to watching "the 700 club" because i couldn't stand to watch another repeat of "the real world".
9. hearing a great song on the radio. the other day i was driving home, having just one of those days. i was feeling like i might fall asleep and i mustered enough energy to change the radio station (really, do they make them good girls go bad?) and i totally perked right up because "bullet with butterfly wings" came on the radio. it made me think back to high school when my friend's dad would drive down the street singing that song opera style. maybe we really all ARE trapped in a cage...
10. finding anything to laugh about. recently my friend and i realized we might actually be twins. (you know, except she's older and has bigger boobs. and, well, i have furniture.) it does mean, however, that we take every opportunity to freak out at how strange it is that we say things at the exact same time, in the exact same accent. and that we both got hangnails on our pointer fingers. and how we make the same stupid jokes. and then we laugh hysterically and i'm pretty sure everyone looks at us like we're a little crazy. and for the record, i'm okay being nearly thirty and laughing about stupid shit like how i have a long lost twin who grew up near houston.
