Velveeta. I know. It is not food. But when it comes to mac & cheese, actual cheese does not do it.
Dennis Miller. Everybody says his metaphors are weird, but...he made me stay awake through football, OK? Hilarious.
Teenage boys. Trust me. They are a hoot. And teenage girls are way scarier.
U2. Monotonous, overplayed, and with that Bono idiot as a frontman. I know. But what can I say? I am of the U2 generation, I guess, so I like them. Sometimes. Would I pay to see them? No. But I like "One".
Driving, especially on long trips or in traffic. Just gimme the keys, ok?
Those couple-or-six grey hairs showing up on the top of my head. Eh, maybe I'll start freaking out about that when they invite their friends, but so far I am ok with them.
Hello Kitty. Yes, in 2009, I am coming clean as a fan. Not all varieties, but she does occasionally catch my eye.
Stubble. Hubby thinks it looks sloppy, but I think the he-hasn't-shaved-all-weekend look can be smokin' hot. Lucky him, huh?
And now, I shall get back to being productive.