One week until eat-your-til-your-buttons-pop day. Better known as Thanksgiving. Unless you're Canadian, in which case you're already a month past the turkey. But anyhow.
To prepare myself for the feast, I'm going to do the standard "I'm thankful for" routine. Sorry, but I am thankful for so many things. I might as well list a few. For posterity or something.
Today, I'm thankful for my son's poem. He's writing a poem about the Thanksgiving Blizzard (he says it is a real thing, I've never heard of it before but whatev.) Once he gets a final version together, I'll post it up for you. See how generous I am? Until then, my favorite part so far:
"Our village was destroyed.
It looked like a mountain in winter.
The giant was no longer employed.
Our pain was worse than a splinter."
If that doesn't make you smile, you might be dead inside.