As we break bread each Thanksgiving, our family tradition is to go around the table and share what we're most thankful for. Everyone arrives well-rehearsed and we all look forward to a generous helping of sap and wit. This year we aren't getting together with my side of the family, formally at least, until Christmas, so it will have to wait. I've been thinking all along that I'd post my thank you list here instead.
But seriously? It would be redundant.
I look at my life almost daily and realize how unfrickingbelieveably fortunate I am. Health, family, love, friends, a roof over my head, three Target stores within a 15 minute drive. I mean, honestly, what more could a girl ask for?
I know I've been a sourpuss lately, whining about traffic, heart attacks, funerals, saddness, that bitch dog Pandy, my lazy ass, etc., but really, truly, honestly? I've never been happier. Sure, I have a lot on my plate and I tend to dump most of it here, but, lest you worry, I don't let any of it get me down. I'm not only lucky, but lucky enough to KNOW how lucky I am. I don't need Hallmark to remind me. Life itself is Prozac enough.