Oh, what a day it must have been!
The brightly colored leaves swirling madly amongst the trees, the autumn wind blowing briskly, and the forest animals hustling about in preparation for winter.
And nobody fighting over the remote.
I'd even add, "I'm thankful that even Chris Christie couldn't eat every doughnut in the nation."
This year, though? I figured you've had enough. Although (for those of you who care about this sort of thing), posting the same dreadful thing, year after year, can be pretty easy if you want to get credit for leaving comments.
I mean, all you have to do is see a repeat, figure that nothing has changed, leave what you think is a witty bon mot (they usually are) thinking you "got credit." and go on to read something original and entertaining by Pat Hatt. That dude NEVER repeats anything. Me? Hey, Christmas is coming. There'll be more repeats around here than at the dinner table at a Mexican restaurant.
So, instead of hitting you with warmed-over leftovers (that comes Friday), I wanted to let you all know one of the things that I am very grateful for.
Or should that be, ""One of the things for which I am most grateful"?
NOTE: I can't even begin to tell you how many bloody times I've used this tired, old line.
|"And yet ye never larn, do ye now, boyo? |
Knuckles, if you please, mister."
In all honesty, and at the risk of sounding sappy and overly sentimental, I am grateful that I have some of the finest people in the world visiting Penwasser Place. For some reason, your lack of mental stability and desire to feel better about yourselves by comparison keeps you coming back here.
And I'm not even paying you.
Because of Blogger, I feel that I have friends from Australia to
|"Hey, have you been bogarting |
the Wi-Fi to read Penwasser Place?"
"Death to America!"
"Clearly, but I need the computer
to call up some cat videos on 'You Tube'."
|"Not even a fruitcake?"|
"I'll spit on it."
So, instead of mentioning you all by name (mostly because I'm sure I'd forget a couple by accident), thank you all for blundering into this asylum.
It's nice to tell perfect strangers, "Hey! I so do have friends! Whom I've never met in person. But, still!"
Before I go (hey, you had your chance), I'd also like to express my sincere thanks that there are people like Robyn Alana Engel, she of the Life By Chocolate blog, out there. Even though we are on opposite ends of the political spectrum, I consider her one of the finest, most decent people that I know. She is always respectful and possesses a keen wit and sharp intellect. We should all emulate her humanity and downright decency.
Especially in the years to com.
Because, you know...
Seriously, you had your chance.
Even though I promised no repeats, I have to at least repeat one of my favorite pictures and (if I may pat myself on the back) favorite captions.
|"Really. Runs With Scissors, eel pie? |
Couldn't bring a French Bean casserole like a normal person, could you?"
If I hadn't said it by now (I haven't)...
|Like Canadian Thanksgiving.|
But, with a four day weekend. And football.
|"And no horning in on my day."|