Killing Me With Cute

Sorry I missed the Girl's Night Out, all! I was helping Adam cook dinner, and he was telling me stories about his day. We made chicken tacos (with blue corn taco shells!) and then for dessert we had blackberry milkshakes (yum!).

Anyways, here's what I needed to show you:

Cutest. Commercial. EVER.

What is it about adorable animals that can instantly turn me back into a five-year-old? As soon as the above commercial began playing on TV, I leapt up and screamed "KITTIES!!" like I'd never seen one before. I think I may have actually broken my husband's left eardrum.

I'm a sucker for cute. When I was six, we got cutouts of "Mr. Molar," a smiling tooth character promoting good dental hygiene, in school one day. Mr. Molar was so adorable that I kept him for, oh, I don't know...eight years? At nine, I kept a plastic grocery bag I'd gotten at a store, simply because the "Have A Nice Day" smiley face was so endearing.

New York is a hard place to be addicted to cute, because there are SO MANY CUTE DOGS. Every day I find myself distracted, going to and from work, by adorable puppies on the sidewalk. There have even been some disgustingly cute kitty sightings; every evening, as I'm returning home, I peer eagerly into the window of my husband's professor's apartment (which is right next to our building), hoping that one of her kitties will be sitting there.

What melts your heart?