When writing the traditional Thanksgiving post a blogger can go one of two ways –mushy and sincere or withering and sarcastic. Both have their bits of predictability — I’m thankful for my family and health and house and friends and blah OR I’m thankful that I live in a world where Matt Lauer talks about “spokescandies” during the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade. For me, both of these is true.
But there is one thing I am especially thankful for this year. I’m thankful that it’s been six months since I had to sit in a soul-sucking cube in a florescent lit office counting the days until I would be released from that hell into the sweet hereafter. Six months and not once have I gotten a knot in my stomach when I’ve had to pay my mortgage. Six months. Holy shit! How fucking awesome is that?
Happy Thanksgiving, darling ones!
P.S. I’m also thankful that my niece, Jaycie, is bugging the hell out of me (via text message, because she’s on her way home from running a 5k) to find my copy of Romeo & Juliet because she wants to read it.