the co-worker who brought in chocolate frosted donuts (may you be blessed with all the joys this life has to offer)

the man at the Exxon station who told me (sweaty, and in workout clothes!) that I look like Julia Roberts

the dude who fixed our air conditioner (an aside: What part of Don't let the cats in the basement don't you understand?! Simon ate (and subsequently vomited) enough Christmas ribbon to decorate an entire holiday season's worth of packages. Which is not cool. But the house is, so thanks for that.)

my husband, who didn't snap back when I grouched at him over the phone while discussing the evening's plans (although I still maintain that "We'll figure it out later" is not a plan but, in fact, an anti-plan and furthermore I maintain that while my need to plan and pre-plan and sometimes even meta-plan (you know, plan the planning of the plan) nearly every detail of our lives may drive him fucking nuts, I do not think it earns me the label "uptense" which, I would like to point out, isn't even a real word anyway)