Differences in Preferences

Today I was staggering through my town's unkempt Burlington Coat Factory, two-year-old in tow, when a woman picked out the most hideous bed spread I'd ever seen. It wouldn't have been all that weird except at Ross another woman had done exactly the same thing. I have the best taste in linens, after all.

Two days ago my son was trying to talk his buddy into eating the sauce on his "reawy good" cordon bleu (don't be impressed--it was pre-made). But his friend was actually crying in his refusal. Real tears!

I hate Christmas music. The world loves it. And trust me, I love Christ. I'm just the biggest Grinch I know. Ask me why I have a Christmas book on my sidebar...

My living room used to be pink. And at one time we had a wall paper border running down the center of a wall.

I sneer at these opposing tastes, but it's true isn't it? We don't like the same things! Isn't it crazy how humanity is so much alike yet simultaneously anything but similar?

And why is it that most of us are terrified by the thought of someone particular dressing us? Yes, you said it--our mothers.

Which is so great for stories and thus storytellers. Different genres pull us in; some will never suffer through a story with a sad ending, others crave anything artsy.

So in my mind today, I celebrate differences in preferences. That way at least one person on the planet is bound to like my book!

What is something you love that most hate? Or vice versa.