I'm thankful for stuffing and pie.

(actually, just stuffing. I'd prefer cake.)

So, what am I thankful for this year?

1. My Zweeble, all 30 pounds and nearly 4 feet of him. Today I told him he'd have to ask his grandmother if he could have some pumpkin bread, and he ran over to her and said, "Grammie? Have? Punkin bread?"

2. My dealio. Always. He's conditioned me to see poking me in the ribs as proof of love.

3. My dad, who, when his grandson is crying, will resort to sillier and sillier ways of making him smile. No dignity there at all.

4. My mom and grandma, without whom I think I might dissolve into a blob of ... something. Something gross, and probably covered in baby snot.

5. My friends. Who remind me I am more than just the Zweeble's mother.

I could however, do without the leftover cough from my cold. Just sayin'.

Oh, and I plan to start The Wordy Shipmates tomorrow. 'Cause, you know, Puritans!