Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.

1. My husband, Jason. I complain about the little stuff, but when it comes down to it, there's nobody else I'd rather be shackled to for all eternity. We make a good team. We take care of each other. We belong together. He makes me want to be a nicer person, makes me laugh, and is a good cat-dad. He'll be an even better kid-dad if we go that route. We have an easy relationship, for the most part anyway, but we don't take one another for granted. We kiss about four times every time one of us walks out the door. We're a family, and I love him in a way I've never quite loved anyone else.

2. Ariel. We once went three years without speaking a word to one another, but the minute we met back up, we had a better relationship than we'd ever had before. We still often go weeks without seeing one another due to schedule crazies, but at the end of the day, we pick right up where we left off. She gets me. She doesn't judge me. She can make me laugh when I'm falling apart. That's worth a lot.

3. Anna. I sometimes feel like I haven't always been the best friend because of the lack of face-time in past years. But spending an afternoon with Anna is such a grounding experience. She's read my thoughts for years and years. She offers good insight and everything she does, she does with thought and intention. And sometimes I feel like the world's biggest asshole for not being more like Anna.

4. Can I lump 'customers' into one number? Because I mean it in a total non-suck-up-y way. Without my customers, many of whom are loyal repeat customers, my fridge would not have food in it. Seriously, no shit. That is an immensely huge thing. That's kind of the definition of "means a lot." It's visceral and immediate.

5. I can't fit everybody else into number 5, goddamnit, but screw this meme, I'mma do it my way. Neener fuckin' neener. I have met people on this LJ who have become a part of my life. They're part of my chosen family. Jeff, Don, Karyn, Abby, Flissy. The list goes on. People who drove or flew hundreds of miles to come to my wedding. People who have answered my sobbing calls at 1am or checked up on me on days they knew I was having bad anxiety attacks. You know, stuff family does. Now, I am under no illusions-- I know that I am an acquired taste up close and personal. I'm much more settled now than I have been at any point in my life prior, and a few years ago, when I made most of these friendships, I was a girl made up of a jumble of glass shards with glitter on top. These people stuck with me anyway. I have so much love for them for that. Love and loyalty.

I think day six is engineered specifically to make you feel like an asshole for all the people who wouldn't fit into five slots.