Dear Friends and Family,
Though this year has sucked in ways large and small, I’m thankful for all of you. I have big emotions regarding a few of you, but I’ll save that for a later post.
On this day of Thanksgiving (glossing over the actual horrific origins of this celebration), I’m thankful for small things (in no particular order):
- Apothic Red for just $10
- Jeans that fit
- Fozzy
- Gideon’s eclectic taste in music
- Dominic’s dry comments
- Eddie’s workout habits
- Purple nail polish
- Massage therapy
- Airpods
- Uno
- Alexa (but not Siri, sorry)
- Apple Music
- FaceTime, Skype, What’s App, Zoom and Houseparty
- Netflix, Hulu, Amazon Prime and Disney Plus
- “I have spoken.”
- Bubble tea
- Gus’s chicken
- Writing ability
- Cooking skills
- That I can drive a stick shift
- Ancestry.com
- The election is over (It is. For real, Donnie.)
- “Saturday Night Live“
- “The Amazing Race“
- “Jersey Shore Family Vacation“
- Rollerball pens
- Fleetwood Mac
- Panhandle Slim
- Frequent flier miles that don’t expire
- Friends who invite me over just to drink
- People who have given me a chance to grow as a person and a professional
- The fact that the first “Happy Thanksgiving” texts I received were from the moms of my sons’ friends (three of them!)
- A balcony with lounge chairs and good Atlanta weather so I can be outside
- Fellow bloggers (like this one and this one)
- The cute but not functional scarf Goat-yoga Lisa made me

Adorable, right? In the background is the not-cute-but-functional blanket I made.
For what are you thankful? Tell me in the comments.
All my love,
Beth







I’m sure it took some restraint to keep the convo clean, Gideon’s handle excluded. (Gideon, why?)


But you know what? 



