Where’s Waldo, you ask? I found him. I found him in the least likely of places. The Waldo you’ve been looking for is actually working behind the Starbucks counter, nestled in the B-Gate of the Dulles Airport. See, he let me take his picture!
Obviously, Waldo would never wear a Starbucks uniform. (He only has one outfit, right?) But I just had to trick you into reading The Thankful Game, Part 20. You see, this past Sunday I asked a friend what I should blog about that night (it was a lame blog and I made up for it on Monday). When I mentioned blogging a thankful post, HE. ROLLED. HIS. EYES.
Oh you have a problem with my never-ending thankfulness, D-Snyd? Well, how do you like this?
I’m thankful that I had the money to go grocery shopping and get delicious food for me, Brian and Bennett.
And I’m thankful that Brian is cooking that food tonight while I blog.
I’m thankful for the way that I can walk on our floors without feeling any grittiness under my feet this evening.
And I’m thankful that I have plenty of pillows to prop myself in whatever position is most comfortable.
I’m thankful that our electric wasn’t out for any longer than it was last weekend.
And I’m thankful that we didn’t have to spend an arm and a leg restocking our fridge.
I’m thankful for the ability to text.
And I’m thankful for the ability to talk on the phone while being hands-free.
I’m thankful for my hands.
And I’m thankful for the compassionate hearts that beat within my family.
I’m thankful that I feel Bennett move every day.
And I’m thankful that when Bennett pulled out his stun gun and zapped something towards the backside of my belly button today, I was able to take that quietly and my client was none the wiser.
I’m thankful for lemon curd! (And, Laura, my mom wants your recipe.)
And I’m thankful for friends who deliver fresh scones accompanied by the above-mentioned lemon curd.
I’m thankful for lemon zest in a salad and lemon juice on fresh fish.
And I’m thankful that when I picked out my fish at the grocery store this morning and I went to smell it and it accidentally brushed against my lip with it’s cold, wet body 1) I didn’t die and 2) it didn’t smell.