I really love my electric heating pad. I cannot imagine my life without it. I hope when I go to a nursing home I’ll be able to use it still.
I also love our electric blankets. Everyone has a separate one so we can turn the temperature to whatever suits us best.
I really love our air conditioners.
I appreciate all these temperature controlling luxuries.
I love our flat driveway and our peach coloured concrete which I lovingly stare at as I carefully walk up the stairs.
I love my dad’s cuddles and how put together he always is. I love his big belly, and how neatly it is wrapped in his clothes he definitely bought from Myers.
I love my mum’s wit. I know I got my potty mouth and acid tongue from her. At least she’s a funny bitch, even though she’s also scary and toxic.
I love how cute my nephew is. I’m glad my sister had him, even though she’s really struggling to live life (this started much earlier than the birth of the little rascal).
I love learning from podcasts.
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