I Am Thankful

...for modern medicine's migraine treatments that stop the heaving. Eventually.

...that FDR didn't succeed in his attempts to move Thanksgiving up a week. Why later is better I don't know, though, it just seems to prolong the agony.

...for Jeff's blogiversary.

...that we have to listen to Harmony sing carols for the rest of the season. No wait, I'm not grateful for that.

...for my ability to entertain myself by singing little ditties (in my head, all right?) Such as: I hate Christmas, and Thanksgiving too, I hate the holidays, how bout you?

...that I have coworkers who can carry on conversations like: Where's the dustpan? If it's not in the bathroom, I dunno. You're a lot of help. It's in dustpan heaven, is that better? It lived a long and useful life and has gone to its reward. It's in dustpan hell. Why does the dustpan deserve to go to hell? Cause it didn't spend enough time in purgatory!

...that most of my customers aren't like Starbucks woman. "Does this [cup placed prominently on the decimated shelf of antibac I am desperately trying to fill] belong to anyone?" Starbucks woman: "Oh, it's mine"- as she continues browsing and yakking. Helpful Coworker over my shoulder: "I'll take that and put in the trash." "No, she says it's hers..."

...and are more like the two sweet ladies today who got so excited when I ran out Sweet Pea wipes to them: "Ooooh, look at this- they're cold!" "Yes ma'am, found them in shipment and I heard y'all wanted them!"