Nevergirl’s

Who says no to Frances? I, for one, can’t and won’t so here goes my tag of the 6 things that make me happy. That Frances, she gives rather tall orders and these were the rules she told me I had to follow or else…

1. Mention the person who nominated you.
2. List 6 unimportant things that make you happy.
3. Tag 6 blogs, state the rules, and notify them with a teeny comment on their blog.

1. Little black dresses. I love little black dresses. It seems every time I see a little black dress, I’m drawn to it – like the moth to the flame. I love the way black glams everything up instantly. So here’s the plan. Someday, I’ll be that 50-year-old grandma who wears interesting jewelry, interesting black dresses, and interesting lines on her face. I’d wear beautifully scented scarves and tell the oddest stories.

2. Manicures and pedicures. I can live without them but I’d rather not. That sounds shallow but hey, this indulgence comes cheap. I don’t go to salons because one, I hate being made to wait and two, I’d get a coronary every time I pay. I’ve a manang who visits the house every Wednesday and not only does she do my nails, she does the hub’s and the sister’s as well. See how generously I spread the cheer around?

3. Short hair. I love wearing my hair short. I’m not sure why – perhaps it’s because I only comb my hair once daily? In any case, short hair makes me happy and I really must get my tresses lopped soon because I’ve been waking up cranky (which almost never happens because I love breakfasts and mornings).

4. Late night movie marathons. Okay, technically, it’s early morning movie marathons. The hub and I watch movies at 2am. There’s something incredibly wonderful about being able to stay awake past midnight to watch movies til morning. I’m probably just making up for all those years I was made to keep a 9pm bedtime.

5. Junk food. Tons of it stashed in the cupboard, to be precise. Every time we make grocery runs, I get stuck in the junk section, picking my way from one junk selection to the next. The hub calls it a vice; I call it rehabilitation. Back in the day, I ate all the junkfood I bought. Now I just buy them, eat some of them, and stash the rest of them, smug in the knowledge that MSG is never more than an arm’s reach away. Yum.

6. Dove soap. I love the way it smells and feels on my skin. If the end should ever be neigh (and prophets past and present always say it is), Dove soap tops my list of essentials to keep inside my survivalist pack. There’s a story behind this, folks, but I’ll save that for another post.

For now, I tag Iris, Meream, Tinay, Lurchie, and Mai.

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