I'm thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.
There are really only so many foods and so many ways you can prepare them.
I get in fewer arguments when I'm alone.
I'm thankful for the three ounce Ziploc bag, so that I have somewhere to put my savings.
My problem, I try to teach my kids to eat healthy food. But you get a cantaloupe, and you don't know when it's going to come of age. You have no idea - that period between when it's like, hard as a rock to when it's smushy inside, is about ten minutes.
It is my wish to die of unique causes, perhaps in a high-speed tricycle crash, a bizarre stapling incient, or as a result of inadvertently sucking my brains out through my ear while trying to untwist the vacuum hose.