Hey, Thanks

It’s the one day a year when people are grateful for things! Just kidding, that’s some bullsh*t that cynical people say on Facebook. Gratitude is just a little more prevalent on Thanksgiving, that’s all. Save your humbugging for Christmas!

Would you like to have a peek into my cornucopia of gratitude?

I’m thankful for spoons. Seriously, dudes and dudettes. How could we eat delicious cereal without them? Think about it.

I’m thankful for smartphones. People b*tch and moan about how things were so much simpler before them. But you know what? Things were also a hell of a lot less convenient. I recently used mine to know that the gate of my flight home from NYC had changed, and to give my cab driver directions to LaGuardia Airport. That is not a joke.

I’m thankful for two seemingly healthy parents. Not everyone my age has this anymore. I don’t visit them very often. I take them for granted. I shouldn’t.

I’m thankful for the beautiful lady friends I have had over the last few years, no matter where they are now — NY, Chicago, Pittsburgh. Dudes have always been easier for me to befriend, but Ams, Nang, Lauren, Jody, Abby, Liz, Ashley… you are all incredible chicks who make me laugh and think and stay up too late and persevere… with you, I’m myself. I’m happy.

I’m thankful for my brother because he’s the best. If you know him, you know this. And if you don’t know him, I’m telling you now. He’s the best.

I’m thankful for my husband, Joe. I still believe he might be a cyborg programmed specifically to tolerate my special brand of bullsh*t. This man is unshakeable, even in the midst of an Addi earthquake.

Stereotypes are fun!
Reinforcing them is not!

But it’s more than his ability to endure my moodiness. He has been so… forgiving. Not like in a religious kinda way. More like in your favorite pair of jeans kinda way. He just… fits me.

I could go on and on and on, but I digress. And for that, you should be grateful. What else are you thankful for?