The other night, I noticed that I have a tendency to sit in my chair at the end of each day and offer thanks for something kind of ridiculous. Unlike the profound moments of gratitude that make people teary-eyed, my nightly acknowledgement of thanks usually focuses on something very tactical and that makes me happy in a small way.
I’ve noticed it enough that I thought I should try to document the habit to see what patterns emerge. So apologies in advance, my friends – but since this blog is kind of like a journal – you’re going to get a front-row seat to my gratitude, which will manifest itself in VERY SHORT POSTS capturing my nightly thank you notes.
(Feel free to tell me what YOU are grateful for too – even if it’s just that your tongue has bumps on it. And yes – that’s actually one of my mine.)
So with no further ado, here’s my first note of gratitude:
pithypants 
Okay, so your thing? TOTALLY VALID GRATITUDE.
Me? Thankful I did NOT just trip up the steps like my left foot threatened I would do while I carried my laptop into the bathroom.
Thanks for the validation. Yours seems equally valid, though I must admit: when I first read it, it conjured an image of your toilet being up a set of steps within the bathroom. Truly a throne, if you will. I like that image. I’m not going to reinterpret it. And I’m glad you didn’t trip – would’ve been messy.
I can see how you got there. Misplaced modifier. Which is not a euphamism.
Good post! I’m thankful for selling all my daughter’s Girl Scout cookies so I don’t start pigging out on them.
Ooh… Girl Scout cookies… how can you even type with coconut from Samoas stuck to your fingers?
thank you self for getting up this morning ON TIME!
Nice job, Self. Did you have the assistance of an alarm, by chance?
that helped but self rarely pays attention to it. its like its an optional alarm.
So it’s not really alarming. Maybe you should choose something that sets your bed on fire at a certain time each day.
I grateful for the fact that I also consider cheese and bread and adequate dinner – despite my lactose intolerance that I am pretend I do not have, LOL! But you do rock !
The way I figure, there’s a fine line between lactose intolerance and a high metabolism. Enjoy it!