For what I am thankful

I am thankful to not have to work on Friday, and that work is steady once again. But not necessarily that I have to wake up to an audit first thing Monday morning. I will remember to look nice. I will remember to look nice…

That being said, I am thankful that my vacation is mere six weeks away. Sunshine! Ocean! It’s been a while since I had me one of those.

I am thankful I remembered nail polish in my work bag today.

I am thankful my Nana is out of the hospital for Thanksgiving, and that I get to enjoy some pie with her this year. And perhaps we’ll play a little “Heart & Soul” duet on the piano.

I am thankful for the most recent credit card I just paid in full, and a total credit balance of less than what I make per month. Awesome sauce.

I am thankful for a boyfriend who loves me unconditionally (or because of my conditions) and who cooks me dinner on an almost-nightly basis and touches my feet in the bed. *swoon* And who is driving me on Thanksgiving… and hopefully not crazy.

I am thankful I still own a mechanical pencil. I have TWO on my desk right now, and another in my computer bag. Because when life makes you schizophrenic, you gotta doodle like a crazy mofo.

I am thankful for the new connections I make every day — through work and freelance and through this little site of mine. And way too many on Twitter. I am thankful for YOU, readers. And yes, even the stalker-y ones.

Thank you for the people who give up the self-deprecating attitude of Clevelanders Past. Together, we realize this is an AWESOME city in which we currently live. And yay, good food everywhere within and surrounding city limits. Can we adopt the “if you don’t like it, then shut the effies up?” from here on out? Si.

I am truly thankful for a handful of the best set of girlfriends. There’s an old saying, “You can pick your friends, you can pick your nose, but you can’t wipe your friends on the couch.” Yeah, it’s friendships like that. They have essentially become my family — a family that I chose, and they chose me right back. And the girls put boobies in my face. What’s not to love about that?

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