As most of you know, tomorrow is Thanksgiving. For those who did not know that, might I suggest a new calendar for Christmas this year?
Every year around Thanksgiving I have a hard time deciding on a post. I am passenger #1 on the struggle bus here, folks. Do I post something sweet and meaningful that touches the hearts of the
millions few that read this blog? Or do I come up with something short and somewhat slightly and/or entirely hilarious?
I am going with Option C here today. We all know that we all are thankful for family. And friends. And food. And hashtags so that we can hashtag blessed our blessings. But today I want to dig a little bit deeper into exactly what my blessings are and why I am grateful for said blessings.
I love food, and I love looking like I don't have a food baby (when I really do) when wearing tighter clothing. #illtakethatsecondpieceofcheesecake
People who give good pedicures.
I've been on this kick lately of Hey! I'll save money by giving myself pedicures! HAHAHA. I tried so hard to convince myself it was almost as good, but trust me: there is an art to scrubbing off dead skin, and I am nowhere near mastering that art.
Because chest hair looks good on no one. Especially on those who have no cleavage to cover up said little chest hairs (me) (tmi, but not tmi).
Sometimes I just don't want Mr. Needy Pants Lupe all up in my bid-ness. Bribery works, people. Especially with dogs. This is where I will insert hashtag no guilt.
Making Freddie's work shirts look amazing and profesh since 2013. Thank you from the very, VERY bottom of my iron sucking/hating heart.
Without taste buds, how would I ever know how to-die-for-delicious Talenti's gelato is? That would be such a sad life.
Pause. Takes a break to eat another spoonful of gelato. Unpause.
Freddie and I left some clothes at home from our most recent trip. When we opened the box of clothes my mother had returned to us via the mail, we also discovered $20. I am so excited to start accidentally leaving more clothes in Georgia. Wink.
Knees down while doing push-ups
Without this modification, I would never feel strong. Thank you, exercise modifications, for making me feel stronger than I really am.
Sweet potatoes (a.k.a. Freddie's mom and dad)
You're probably wondering what Freddie's parents have anything to do with sweet potatoes, but if it wasn't for the perfect mixture of the two of them, Freddie wouldn't have turned out the way he is now. This means he would have never thought to put the exact spices together to make his DELICIOUS roasted sweet potatoes that I want to eat every day for the rest of my life.
Blankets/socks/Freddie's legs/space between couch cushions in which I can stick my cold feet
Because how else am I supposed to get my cold feet to get any level of warmness?
Happy Thanksgiving Eve!
May your Thanksgiving table be almost as full as your heart.