I am unapologetically taking this Thanksgiving. I’m going to eat three turkeys and consume my own weight in mashed potatoes, and I’ll probably wash it all down with a bottle of white wine because I’m a wuss and I don’t like red.
But most importantly, I’m giving thanks for good fortune. No, I’m not rich because I have a book out that’s been reviewed well. Some friends think I’m rolling in it now, which is laughable since my parents still give me money even though I’m 31. “When you have a family, you’ll take care of them,” Mom tells me, doing her best Sopranos impersonation.
Of course, I already have a family, most of which consists of my friends. The family we choose. I’ve been catching up with a lot of friends whom I haven’t seen much of over the last few months, and one friend in particular whom I’ve become reaquainted with is sleep. I’ve been seeing a lot of him.
Best the best thing of all has been receiving some good medical news. Not about myself, but about my mom. She had a recent c-word scare and everything seems to be OK.
Besides consuming a Federline-load of taters, what more could one ask for?
image from Toothpaste for Dinner.