The fact that I am not waking up at 5am to go to Wal-Mart on Friday morning so that I can get a good deal on a DVD player for my SUV
My swanky computer
This tie I am wearing
Irish whiskey on Thanksgiving
Foxy wife
My infant nephew is crawling around like a nut these days
What I, the same person writing, believe in
Good wine
Good food
Sleep
Making out
Monkeys aren't really as fun as we think
Under appreciated writers on the robot Stu suggested a group topic today about everyone's underappreciated journal entries. None of mine really stick out as "noteworthy yet didn't get any attention". Or more precise, none of mine seem very noteworthy (Maybe in the internet age, we should say "comment worthy"). Stu, nice idea nonetheless.
Then again, FTR and Pony pretty much blew this topic out of the water. Kudos! I'll see you both very soon.
First NYC Thanksgiving Since our arrival in NYC in 1783, Mrs. Robot and I have always stayed in town during the turk-day. Our first year here, we had no cash and decided that trying to fly home would cost too much and be too stressful. So, we had turk-day with my then roommate Mike, Solstice Kristen, and her Mark at their new furniture-less apartment. We had a turkey and various side dishes, drank Bushmills, and ate on the floor in their empty living room. It was a classic, twenty-something great memory.
Eight years later, we still try to have Bushmills on turk-day, but Mark and Kristen are now on the west coast... Mike is still in our old apartment and now married to his lovely knocked-up wife... and Mrs. Robot and I have been spending the past turk-days with "John Ball" and his lovely crazy-ass-cooking-everything-from-scratch wife.
Yay.
Safe Travels All. Have fun kicking it "thanks" style.
