On this, my 217th post, I’d like to take a minute to be thankful.
I’m thankful for the client who began my day yesterday. When we finished, she exclaimed, “Suzanna! How did you do that?!” That felt nice.
And I’m thankful that Brian shaved off his attempt at a handlebar mustache.
And when that attempt ended up looking like a creeper mustache, I’m thankful that he shaved that, too.
And when that ended up looking like a Hitler mustache, I’m thankful that he shaved that, too.
And I’m thankful that after all of my insisting and all of my jiving, Brian wasn’t too offended to lovingly take my shoes off for me. (My feet hurt like the dickens tonight.)
I’m thankful for the whimsical, polka-dotted flowers that my boss put at my salon station.
And I’m thankful that Michael’s sells polka-dotted flowers.
I’m thankful that Michael’s takes coupons from JoAnn’s Fabrics and A.C. Moore.
And I’m thankful that I learned the English Rib knitting stitch.
I’m thankful that when I worked out at the gym last night, the guy who hollers “supermodel” at me wasn’t there. (Story here.)
I’m thankful that I briefly lost my cutting shears… because in the meantime my boss lent me hers, and they’re much sharper. And even though I found my shears in the curling iron slot (of all places!), she’s letting me hang on to hers. Much easier on the hands!
I’m thankful for Pinterest.
And I’m thankful for all of the birthday wishes that Brian received. He thoroughly enjoyed every comment.
I’m thankful for hand scrubs that exfoliate my dry knuckles in the winter.
And I’m thankful for orange juice.
I’m thankful that leftovers go a long way in our home.
And I’m thankful for freshly made beds.
For what are you thankful?
(If you’ve never played The Thankful Game with me, its origin begins here.)