i could blather on about how grateful i am for my delicious children, supportive family, beloved friends, all my abundance, & yada yada which, of course, goes without saying; but here are a few more things a girl like me is thankful for this thanksgiving…
my young well hung boyfriend.
that my young well hung boyfriend doesn’t give a shit about the 5 extra pounds of muffin top that now pours over my jeans since we started dating.
that after losing my father, i still have a wonderful man in my life (see above) that supports me, gets me totally, thinks i am fabulous just the way i am & loves me unconditionally.
smart food white cheddar popcorn & carbohydrates in general.
the wonderland that is sephora.
joss stone, & alana davis.
chelsea handler & all talented, strong, & funny women, famous or not, who aren’t afraid to speak their minds.
my lawyer.
my lawyer’s staff.
not having to spend anymore time with the in-laws or pretending to like any of them ever again.
flavored vodka.
texting.
butt wipes.
the freedom from giving a shit about what The Asshat (a.k.a. ex husband to be) thinks about anything i do. actually, what he thinks about anything at all.
the wonderful sense of humor my father had and how he taught me to see the humor in everything, every day.
not having to sleep next to a Snoring Fat Ape ever again.
never being seen in a yellow car/suv again.
not pretending to care about anything that has to do with the “the market or “work.”
not having to wash stained underwear, rush (a.k.a. The Worst Band Ever) t-shirts, or filthy socks.
not having to care about how foul the bathroom i don’t use anymore now is.
finally feeling completely free to be myself.
having the fortitude to show some people that payback is a bitch & consequences for bad behavior are real.
ebay, facebook, google mail, zappo’s, nordstrom, & online shopping.
talk soup, the dish, family guy, the simpsons, & the like for making me laugh daily.
my DVR.
ipods & limewire.
paige petite jeans.
flat irons.
high heeled clogs & wedges.
my mom’s new kitty, dexter.
the incredible strength my mother possesses & passed on to me .
the bright future that i know lies ahead of me.
my dear friend mary petto who invited my mother and i to join her family dysfunction this year. she ended up putting out her back & spent it flat on her couch while the rest of us ate ourselves into a tryptophan induced coma in her dining room.
having happy memories of my father being with us last year on this very day.
