My violin and my piano.

My grandmother's quilts.

My guywan (it's a type of teacup).

My big green reading chair.

My turntable.

ZombieKitten said:

ZombieKitten said:

TMPletz said:

and yeah, Llee Llee I am FOREVER hitching them up!

I love my television. It entertains me and doesn't ask for sex afterward.

Yes.

I love my two, twin Teddy Bears that play music when you wind them up, that are raggedy as hell, that I've had since birth. I remember falling asleep to one, watching the other, with one eye open, while it sat upon my shelf peering at me ready to murder me in my sleep.

Along the way I swapped one for the other, and they're both pretty much ready for the garbage, but I have them tucked away safely in my kids' antique chests that are theirs when they are mature enough to handle all that I've saved since birth.

The chests I will not part with, but the bears are theirs. As is every stinkin' thing from the hospital, paper and magazine from the day they were born, every tooth, itty-bitty baby socks, every Halloween costume and every report card, every drawing that made me laugh out loud, every note they've written me and every stinkin' piece of school work that was sent home in their end of the year clean out your desk-o-rama.

Those things, to me, are priceless. Those things I love.

Sad but I do not have any objects really that I love.. I have enver been one to get "attached" to things..
Now animals and ppl I get too attached to..

I just LOVE my '81 Toyota Corona. It runs like a top, easy to park. has zip, I don't have to fuss about where to park it so it doesn't get dinged, (unlike the Porsch) I can trash out the interior and it's no big deal and I don't have to worry about it getting stolen. Hell, I can even leave my keys in the car and it wouldn't get stolen.

I love my 'pluche' rooster I went on a hungerstrike for when I was 3 in order to get my mum buying it for me. I can't sleep without it.

That's an exaggeration. I can, actually, but never as good.