Today I'm grateful for:
an improvement in my mood. I'm less crabby, more balanced today. This is a good thing. I'm not sure the ladies in my Bible Study group are ready to meet Ms. Shankabitch.
Jalapeno Pringles. Shut up, don't judge me.
good debates. I thought they were lost. With those women, I should have known better. I'm in way over my head, I feel like an idiot and have, on at least one occasion, been asspuckered. I'm so glad to be back in the sandbox!
the ability to be crabby. I hate being crabby but let’s face it, it takes a certain level of stability and contentment to be crabby. I am not in danger, fear, duress, I am just a crabby sporker and damn lucky to be so.
jobs. Both the man and I have jobs. Those jobs afford us our life of bliss and adventure. I watch with a sad heart as more and more of my friends and neighbors, who have been trying desperately to hold on, circum to the economic madness. While I plan my return trip to paradise, they are trying to figure out how to survive. I resist the urge to say "how'd I get so lucky" and just say "Thank you"
Esther. She still escapes me, but the story is growing on me. We shall see where this journey takes me.
Siesta Key. I just love that place and if I have my way, I will return there yearly for the rest of my days. Who needs Hawaii or Europe. Give me a 4 hour drive Southeast and a beach chair and I'm good. It is 143 days, 22 hours, 32 minutes and 26 seconds until Saturday, June 19, 2010 when we return to paradise.
Turtle Beach, Siesta Key, FL