Life has its dissatisfactions. Here are some of mine:
When I was born, I did NOT get perfect skin. It's been a struggle ever since.
On my sixtieth birthday, I got a belly roll. Even though it's fun to play with in times of stress, I don't like it.
I do not have enough money. That's because I live in a beautiful older home that needs constant repairs. This house has set up a firewall protected direct line to my savings account and the steady drip is worse than a social disease, but less curable.
I am not famous yet. Wait---I would rather be dead than famous; what I mean is, my book is not famous yet. (this is a testament to my neurosis, the damn thing isn't even published yet)
My house STILL refuses to clean itself.
I think my hair is thinning. I find almost as much in the sink as on my head.
The world is still crazy, Republicans still own everything, people are still suckers, and my dog still runs away even WITH a radio fence, the little turd.
ON THE PLUS SIDE, I am thankful that:
- I'm breathing
- There's a little bit left in the brandy bottle
- my husband said he'd make supper tonight
- my house is not on fire
- my dog came home
- the foot of snow we got is finally melting
- so we have running water again, hallelujah
- the Packers won the Super Bowl
- and it's sunny outside.