TheFoxAndFinch

Things I think are swell: My intoxicating and quite becoming husband. Tree forts. New sponges. Wearing high heels to dive bars. Dive bars in general. Songs in minor. Still finding sand days after the beach. Corvids. UFC. Road trips. Most everything others find offensive. Sandwiches. Psychology. Judge Judy. Inconsistent capitalization. Hypnotherapy. Faking accents. Sarcasm that people take seriously. Salamanders. Apple juice. Cereal box toys. Swearing, damn it. Santa Barbara. Unintentional yet practically overt sexual innuendos in football terminology and announcing. Bleeding rare steaks, and my appreciation for the vegetarians who judge me for it. Spelling correctly. Ponds. Freeing spiders. Thunder. Snow, snow, snow. Old men who practice bird whistles. The idea of bounty hunting. Obscure movie references that i'm pretty sure only i get. Brass things. Cider. Banana slugs. Parler en francais pour vous confondre quand vous m'ennuyez. Thrift stores. Blow dart guns. Giraffes. Ella Fitzgerald. My short temper. Bubble wrap. Photo booths. Hookahs. Sharpie markers. The word "goat". Crazy homeless people. Legos. Garter belts. Bellingham. Bloody fights that go all 3. Making the 5th tally mark. Old bottles. Veterinary nursing. Hooded sweatshirts. Spending an inordinate amount of time making a good paper airplane, then throwing it poorly. Polaroids. The dollar store. Music from the 50's and 60's. My crock pot. Instant gratification. Contradicting myself. Unagi. Inappropriate crotch grabs. My sleeping dogs. Cleaning products, although we have a distant relationship. Salt. Rodeo white water rafting. Gavage tube feeding baby raccoons. Bonfires. Corsets. Finding change in the washer. Pitbulls. Bob Ross. Van Gogh. Rapping along with very obscene lyrics in a very white manner. Sea glass. Harmonizing. Beer. Roof tops. Plaid. Hot glue guns. Magnolia trees. Beta fish. KEXP. Hand sanitizer, you filthy animals. Opening the casing of a 22 gauge needle with my teeth and then spitting it out before administering subcutaneous injections. Dali. Guinea pigs. Muscle cars. The smell of the beach. Art with ink. Marbles. Dinosaurs. Lip gloss. Space heaters. Toothpicks. Tree frogs. Pinot gris. Candid photography. Bad jokes. Tattoos. Scarves. Oysters. Old foreign things. Exploring abandoned buildings. The smell of old books. Free food. Grazing mindlessly for hours on free food. Tire swings. Watching people trip and/or ride bicycles while intoxicated. Richard Simmons. Cuddling while it rains. Paper bags. Thick paper. Wild deer. Making lists. Pots for plants. Office supplies.

Still intrigued? I have horrible posture, unicycles freak me out, I am the Murphy's Law of electronics, the thought of soup as a meal annoys me, I know approximately 48% of every song ever, and I'm a phenomenal parallel parker.