It was cloudy, grey, a little windy, and about 58*. Perfect hoodie weather. As Dog pranced (homeboy doesn't run or trot, he prances like a gazelle), I thought, I'm glad I have a moral obligation that makes me go outside on days like this.
Then I started thinking of other things I'm grateful for:
-that I have a fantastic family and group of friends, who put up with me and my terrible habit of taking 6 months to return a phone call, and then listen to me ramble incoherently when I do call
-that I'm friends with my friend's parents, and my friends love my parents, too
-that I drove a ghetto, run down, "can't be driven for longer than 30 minutes or it blows up" car in high school
-that pain killers don't make me vomit
-that I have a mom who loves Ikea and thrift stores in the exact same way I do
-that I think red wine, cheese, and hot crusty bread are fucking delicious (my thighs and belly would disagree)
-that I had a few lost semesters in college
-that I amassed an enviable collection of Jnco's and Doc Marten's as a teenager
-that I increased my vocabulary and sense of sarcasm by reading Calvin and Hobbes incessantly as a kid
speaking of comics...
Does this scene look familiar?
The answer is yes.
|yay Calvin and Hobbes!|
I found a few other gems while google-searching for the above random comic. For instance, this strip might as well be called Addie and Dog Whenever Addie Leaves the House:
|obviously not real, but still. damn.|
Ugh, much sad :(
but then there are funny ones!
|especially true to my heart|
Annnnnd there. I'm back to being grateful. :D