It’s one of those afternoons when lots of drama is happening in lives around me.
I feel like curling up on a couch with my very own chocolate roll.
I am grateful for my Mom, who gave this nervous tic to me – the tic that says, “FEED ME. FEED ME ANY SORT OF CHOCOLATE OR POTATO CHIP YOU CAN FIND.”
I am grateful that the piano will be tuned tomorrow.
I am grateful that even the sky above is a Royals fan.
I am grateful that my Bingo friends don’t really mind the dumb prizes I bring to them.
I am grateful for $1 children’s books at Half Price Bookstore.
I am grateful for flowers in vases.
And I am grateful for facial tissue (aka Kleenex or Puffs) and the genius who invented the pop up box.