(shyly flicking away a sentimental tear}
Oh, this is just so precious of you guys. UncleBeer, your quite…uh, moving poetic greeting just made me sooooo much more thankful that I’m celebrating with customary festive lasagne.
(Watch out for those TTD’s, folks: Turky Transmitted Diseases. Poultry is more toxic than swimming buck nekkid in the cooling tanks of a nuclear power plant. Ask Chef Troy. He’s the pro. Hell, the man can make killer pork rinds on the fly!)
May your day be filled with peace and plenty.
*if you can sleep tonight without fear, you’re blessed.
*if you can see, stand, and live in health, you’re blessed.
*if you can read, think your mind and speak it, you’re blessed.
*if you have enough to eat, and enough to share, you’re blessed.
*if you have work you care about, you’re blessed.
*if you own enough of yourself to share with others, you’re blessed.
*if you have people–even “strangers” like here–as friends, you’re blessed.
I’m blessed in so many ways I’ve done nothing to earn. That’s why this holiday is so great. It’s time (and past time!) to say a simple “thank you” for all the things taken for granted.
So thanks, you guys! You’ve been a bright spot in a dark year. Have a great one!
And if you do have a turkey tomorrow, do not, NOT, recall that sicko poem above! Or at least have an excellent excuse for your uncouth laughter when the family and in-laws ask you to explain.
Off to stir the sauce (chortle!),