It is the time of year when we reflect on that which makes us thankful; old friends (or relatives) begin sending those printed generic holiday letters everyone loves to hate; and my mom makes her dark, hard fruitcake which we will never eat but will outlive my great, great, great, great g r e a t grandchildren.
They won’t eat it either. Maybe you are wondering if the redhead is thankful this year or you are just looking for something to do so your boss will think you are working.
I might be able can help so please read on.
Just don’t nod off at your desk or you will blow the whole act.
- I am thankful my ass didn’t grow any larger this year, as with menopause God seems to enjoy some cruel idea that women over 40 need larger asses. Maybe it’s to throw it in front of anyone trying to cut in front of us in those long Christmas lines. I don’t know, but God a good elbow to the chest is just as effective, so you can tell Santa to go ahead and bring me that automatic shrinking ass kit on Christmas morning.
- I am thankful for Brian (of course) and the fact that he still gets full on three bowls of rice, half a chicken, two apples, a half gallon of milk, and several yogurts for dinner. We haven’t fully migrated to half a rice field, half a cow, a bushel of apples, two gallons of milk and the contents of the freezer for dinner YET but give him time. He is only 12, in size 11 shoes and 5’7″. I keep wondering why people aren’t asking him over for dinner.Eating what he leaves behind might be a great diet plan, since it is usually just crumbs on the floor.
- I am thankful for my mother and all the times she reminds me that I am still her daughter. I see my future and my mother is 104, I am 72 and we are still having the same conversations. they’d go something like this:
- I am thankful for the warmth of the fire, the roof over our heads, the vehicle I drive, the clothes on my back, the air that I breathe, the money in my wallet, the readers of this blog, my online friends, the opportunities laid before me, the hope and comfort that chasing my dream brings me, Boonie the dog’s constant tail wagging, Brian’s friends and their many idiosyncrasies, and the ability to find humor in everything.
- And my red hair is still mine.
- And the attitude that comes with it.
“I think the skirt you are wearing is a little short Catherine…”
“But MOM it’s three inches past my knees…”
“Men won’t respect you.”
“THAT’S the idea mom.”
Happy Thanksgiving to you and yours.
PS. I am thinking of offering my mother’s fruitcake (as a prize) to one lucky reader.
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