I like good, leisurely weekend meals with my family.
I dislike, no, make that detest my family's penchant for eating with the news on tv, and worse even, discussing the worst of the news during mealtime. Ugh
I like installing myself in my bed, literally installing, this includes folding over the end of my sheet over my feet so they are in a cuddly small house, pulling my sheet up to my face, holding it really tight, making the craziest noises, stretching out all the way and turning from left to right getting cosy and warm (this must sounds awfully crazy except for those who have the same ritual and understand excactly what I'm talking about )
I dislike finding myself in the kitchen again with a bag of chips in one hand and a can of Sprite in the other hand