What am I thankful for, you ask? That's easy. Come the holiday season, my thanks is bountiful. But I have to admit that while I love my husband, my family, my friends and my dogs none of them are the target of my thanks during the holidays. Although the economy is in the toilet and I'm grateful to be gainfully employed, I'm not thankful for my job. I'm thrilled to be spending my first Thanksgiving in my own home, but I'm not thankful for my house or anything in it. I'm over the moon that come January 20th we'll have a new administration in the White House and I feel good about my part in that historic accomplishment, but I'm not thankful for it.
The sole focus of my thankfulness this holiday season?
Gravy.
God, I love gravy. I plan on making five cups of gravy. There will be eight of us for Thanksgiving dinner. And if there's not gravy left, I will be supremely pissed.
Hey - everybody has their priorities. And to all you folks out there who have been superseded on my thankfulness scale by golden, pourable goodness, Happy Thanksgiving anyway.
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