Thanksgiving

It's that time of year again, and time to engage in the excruciating exercise of deciding what I'm thankful for. Quite honestly, I'm pretty sure I'm not thankful for anything. In fact, you could write me a check for ten thousand dollars and I would look you right in the face and say "so what?" Then I would show you the door, but cash the check really fast after that.

You could probably bring a steaming meal to my door and I would take the food and then tell you that you weren't invited for dinner.

You could perform the Heimlich while I'm choking on a chicken bone, and then I would shove you afterward and accuse you of a sexual motive.

You could give me a ride to work every day for a year and I would complain loudly about the quality of your car, and how the seats didn't hug my hips properly.

You get the idea -- Happy Thanksgiving!