No, wait. That’s not right. This isn’t going to make nearly enough gravy.
This little guy wandered onto the counter last night as I was typing. At my gasp, Lloyd came over and studied it, despite my repeatedly yelling, “GetaglassgetaglassgetaglassGETAGLASS!” Good news – it will not bite, sting or rob people. It eats bad beetles, and is actually so cute, I considered keeping it.
(in a glass.)
(forever.)
So, it’s Thanksgiving – ’round the table everyone!
1. I am grateful that every time I swallow, my ears aren’t actually exploding, because they kind of feel like they are.
2. I am grateful that we have a four-day supply of orange juice in the house, and plenty to eat.
3. I’m grateful that I can spell grateful, even though it doesn’t look right the first time, but greatful is really wronger.
What are you ghraitphull 4?
P.S. Beth, are we supposed to check on Bobbie today or just yesterday?