So, despite my best efforts to stop time, we’ve hit the holiday season. Again. (Which means that year end is around the corner, but this is a post about things I AM thankful for, and besides, I just bought a half case of Apothic White, which should last me until at least January)
This year,
I’m thankful for my husband. He’s a good man, a hard worker, dedicated, loyal and I love him tremendously.
I’m thankful for the rest of my family. I talk to you all once in awhile so I will assume you all still live in the same place. (Another thing I’m not thankful for: the distance between here and Indiana and my abject laziness about planning a trip to visit you).
I’m thankful for my wonderful friends. When things sucked a few months ago, I got a text from one of you asking me to call and I was all “OMG! What’s wrong? Everything OK?” and it turns out she was worried about ME. Little old me.
I’m thankful for my job, or at least the paycheck. I really, really enjoy buying groceries, gasoline and shoes. Mostly shoes.
I’m thankful for Ambien and my crazy pills. “Better living through science” is the truest thing anybody’s ever written, even than that line about death and taxes. If Benjamin Franklin had had Ambien, he’d have said “The only guarantee in life is that on Ambien I sleep like I’m dead and I will gladly pay a tax on prescription drugs.”
Happy Thanksgiving y’all. Now why do I not have any pie in front of me?