A juicy bird. Dental floss. The plastic thingies on the ends of shoelaces. Someone else to kill the lobster. Diaper genies and baby wipes. Butter. Strong coffee with warm milk. Booze. My husband, who likes to cook, is good at it and looks cute in an apron. Sausage. The reserve fuel tank. Tweezers. Alec Baldwin's voice. Dripless candles. Johnny-jump-ups. +1.5 reading glasses. Obama. Gravy. Rudy the dog. Days without seizures. Witticism. Borrowed pennies at the checkout counter. Ma and Pa. Dishwashers that don't require pre-scrubbing. Adam Sandler, Ben Stiller and Will Ferrell. Garlic mashed potatoes. Kick-ass boots. Frank Zappa (within reason.) Frosty's donuts. Matches in the bathroom. A new sponge. Sleeping in until six (if only.) Public broadcasting. Carrot cake with cream cheese frosting. Memory. Dry wood. A good tattoo. Stevie Wonder. Pie. A husband who does the laundry. Recycling. A thesaurus. Cheese. Long underwear. Friendship. Salvation army finds. Nurses. Siblings, nieces, nephews and in-laws. An oven that works without having to hit it every five minutes. Screwpull: works every time. Brussels sprouts with truffle oil and Parmesan. Old jeans. Blog readers. New Yorker cartoons. A growing vocabulary. Teeth. Bran cereal. Calvin.