November 21, 2007

It's the Little Things

You know the drill. Tomorrow, Thanksgiving Day, we will sit around the table and toast to family, friends, and loved ones. We will tear up over those absent from the table. We will remember those who are not as blessed. We will thank God or our ancestors for our good health and good fortune.

Thanksgiving Day triggers a regular geyser of gratitude that lasts until that
second helping of turkey puts us to sleep in front of the football game.

Today, the day BEFORE Thanksgiving, I'm grateful for the little everyday things that make life so gosh darn wonderful.

I'm grateful for spam filters. Today I received not a single offer for a pill to enlarge my member.

I'm grateful that the last time I waited in line at the post office, I got the guy who's always cheerful.

I'm grateful for hairball control cat food, for reasons you can surely imagine for yourselves.

I'm grateful to the guy who invented the highlighter pen with built-in sticky notes.

I'm grateful for slobbery kisses from Corky, my French Bulldog, also known as Little Miss Farty Pants.

I'm grateful for an uneducated palate that is happy with store-brand coffee and cheap wine.

I'm grateful for the countless hours Tivo has saved me now that I don't have to watch commercials.

I'm grateful for Crocs and no, I don't care how stupid I look.

I'm grateful for my regular delivery of a spinach, mushroom, bacon and feta cheese pizza.

I'm grateful for people who let me merge in front of them on 101.

I'm grateful for the single black hair that grows in my otherwise blond right eyebrow. That's one less growing out of my chin.

I'm grateful for my new vegetable peeler, the first one I've bought in 15 years.

I am grateful that I'm not allergic to chocolate.

I'm grateful for a recent study that suggests carrying up to 25 extra pounds might actually make you healthier.

I'm grateful to The Temptations and The Four Tops for music that makes me dance while I'm doing the dishes.

I'm grateful that my house is not haunted.

I'm grateful that my dentist doesn't rebuke me for irregular flossing.

I'm grateful that my neighbors don't have a band practicing in their garage.

I'm grateful for stain remover.

I'm grateful for plants that thrive on neglect.

I'm grateful that I found my purple sweater in the bottom of the laundry hamper.

In addition to all these small blessings, I have a bigger one: I'm grateful that you're reading this.

Happy Thanksgiving.