The fact that I can still
call my mom every week. We don't always have a lot to talk about on Sunday when
I call her, but just hearing her voice brings a feeling of continuity and
reassurance to my life. Thankfully, she comes from a family of long living folk
and we'll be talking for years to come.
I am thankful that the PT
Cruiser only cost me around $2,000 to maintain this year. That's much cheaper
than buying a new car. Mark was not thankful when I told him the PT Cruiser is
the last new car I am ever buying, but that's his problem.
Speaking of Mark, I am
thankful that he has not killed me with food yet. Oh yes, he is trying to kill
me. Mark is a very good cook and tends towards the comfort food trend. So I get
lots of gravies, lots of fats, and lots of delicious, artery clogging dinners.
It may have been a mistake to have put him in my will.
I am thankful that my little
dog Bette's seizures have been brought under control. No longer do I have
people stopping their cars, asking me if my dog is okay, and looking at me like
I'm beating her as I desperately try to hold the twitching little pup down. I
am also thankful that I haven't been arrested for being a peeping tom when
Bette drags me right up to neighbor's front windows to take a poop (Bette's
taking the poop, not me).
In this time of worldwide
turmoil, this time of election madness with crazy, pandering candidates saying
hateful shit that is almost always wrong. This time of cops shooting kids, and
kids shooting cops. In this time of kids shooting kids, when thousands of
Americans are killed every year with guns while the public worries about assholes in beards a
continent away coming to get them, I am thankful for the off button on my
television and computer. Now if only there was an off button for Mark's mouth
when he's arguing with Fox News. That, I would be very thankful for.
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