My Amelie List

Yes, yes, I know it's late, but it's freakin' Friday night and I'm still working, for crying out loud. My one reporter who is notorious for turning in late stories is, as usual, staring at 20 minutes before deadline, and I still don't have his weekender. Ah, the tortured lives of journalists. Or lack thereof, in my case.

So for a while I've been formulating my "Amelie list." If anyone's seen the movie "Amelie," you'll remember that each character is introduced with a weird little list of his or her likes and dislikes. For example, Amelie's mom dislikes puckered fingers in the bath, and Amelie likes the sound of cracking the caramel crust on her creme brulee. (I'm too tired to be inserting all the accents, let alone figuring out what key combinations produces them, so if my sister's reading this, get over it.)

OK, so here's my list.

I dislike:

-hair that gets stuck to freshly glossed lips
-the crust that forms on mustard bottles and the red water that forms in ketchup
-the sound of Harley motorcycle engines
-the texture of reheated rice
-the feeling of the shower curtain sticking to you

I like:

-the way whipped cream looks
-the velvety feel of cat noses
-lists
-unlimited free samples
-long back scratches

On a side note, I ate half a pint of Ben & Jerry's Peanut Butter Cup ice cream earlier. I have a tendency to always pick the "nuggets" out of ice cream and then just leave the ice cream part. Why do I do this? I think it's a sickness. I mean, I could just buy a friggin' pack of Reese's peanut butter cups and eat those. Instead, I picked all the cups out of the ice cream and now I have half a carton of peanut butter-flavored dairy product. Which I may never eat. And may sit in my freezer interminably.

Sigh.