My likes and dislikes

Likes: 

Of all the flavours in the world there is nothing I love more than the sweet, thick, hazelnut and chocolate flavour of Nutella. Put it on my toast, pancakes or just let me at it straight from the jar. Most mornings, before I even completely wake up, there are two slices of toast in the toaster and my jar of gloriousness sitting not too far away. 

Even if I forget to feed him or I don't shower for a week and resemble a cave man Jackson always loves me unconditionally. Everyday when I get home he runs around the house, wagging his tail with a look in his eyes that makes me know I am the luckiest person in the universe. No matter how horrible my day may have been, seeing him makes it all better.   

From the smell of hay to all the different animals you can find, I just love farms. When I grow up I will have more land than I know what to do with, a house with a wrap-around veranda and enough animals that I will never go a second without a fury snuggle. 

Everyone seems to love summer. "I can't wait for shorts, tans and swimming". What a joke. Give me my bright blue onesie, rhino slippers, hot chocolate, a chunky book and a sky lit up by lightning. Winter is my heaven.

Naps with my pets after a Nutella sandwich in a thunder storm is my idea of a good time. 

Dislikes:

I can't quite put my finger on what it is about tap dancing that makes me want to commit a heinous crime but it does. I leave the room, I block my ears, I close my eyes. I'll do anything to get away from the tap tap tapping.

I know it sounds like a statement straight from the mouth of a thirteen year old brat but it's true none-the-less, I hate being told what to do. Tell me not to push that big red button and I assure you, I will. 

"It's going to be a windy one folks, better make sure you roofs on!" Thanks Daniel Gibson for yet another pointless, infuriating, bullshit weather forecast. 

If you put capsicum in my food I will not be held responsible for what may or may not happen to you and your family. I hate everything about the vegetable; the smell, the taste, the texture. Even the appearance gets my blood boiling.