I’m not really into getting all schmoopy over anything, so here’s my own take on giving thanks. And since none of us should be glued to our laptops on Turkey Day, I decided to post this now. Here’s to a fantastic, food-filled, relaxing Thanksgiving for everyone.
for analyzing and overanalyzing the boy stuff so that I can continue to appear apathetic about the whole thing.
for loving me even though I went off and got my nose pierced without telling you.
for reminding me on a daily basis how awesome I am at my job, even if you drive me completely crazy and push me to the brink of a meltdown.
for inviting me to play beer pong on the exact night I need it.
for going on random road trips and eating chicken and waffles with no regrets with me.
for always being there for me when I need
you money advice even now that those times are becoming fewer and farther between.
for putting up with my obsession with British TV and movies and listening when I try to explain what’s going on during “Doctor Who.”
for listening to me rant and making me run and eating brunch and giving me a comfy couch to sleep on.
for making me feel less crazy and always buying me awesome sunglasses even though we both know I don’t need them.
for making me feel like I’m not really an alcoholic, just an alcohol enthusiast.
for talking about geek things with me with shared enthusiasm and without judgement.
for feeding me on a regular basis and only requiring that I bring salad or booze.
for reminding me what’s important in life: “friends, waffles, work. Or waffles, friends, work. It doesn’t matter, but work has to come third.”
and last but not least, thanks to everyone for putting up with my constant tardiness and total lack of internal clock.