Home; gainful employment; the very nice electric kettle that goes off with a ding when the water is done so that it doesn’t all boil away; baba ganoush; that the refreshingly non-dysfunctional part of my family is in fact my entire family and my boyfriend’s family too; the president-elect; that I have resisted reading the terrible Twilight books this whole time and can now just see the terrible Twilight movie to get caught up culturally; Maker’s Mark; hilarious and kind boyfriend who charms everyone and supports me unconditionally; I-Pass; Cesar Millan the Dog Whisperer; that I have friends who give me encouragement and inspiration and funny-as-hell emails and free oatmeal; Google Docs; the sense of relative wholeness that I have enjoyed for at least three years now and never want to take for granted; peanut butter; zoos; heated car seats; art; you. HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYONE.
minty says
Happy Thanksgiving to you, too, Wendy. I was going to have a glass of wine, but seeing Maker’s Mark in your list got me wanting a Maker’s & Ginger instead. Good stuff, that. I’m also with you on Cesar Millan and Google Docs.
Chris says
YOU FORGOT TO GIVE THANKS FOR TYRA BANKS!!! (hey, that rhymed…)
wipeout says
Happy Thanksgiving! I see your Twitter about butternut squash and thought I should mention the wondrous skin-saver that is disposable medical gloves. Sure I look like a bit of a dork while handling the squash because the gloves are an intense cobalt blue, but hey, no lizard factor. Make sure to get the non-powdered kind because otherwise, ew.
Rose says
Happy belated Thanksgiving! I just, for no particular reason, reread your Wrongy Lady and Crazy Pants posts, and I’m now sitting here with tears in my eyes from laughing.
Have you any recent tales of odd gym folk?
Felicia says
Blago has been nabbed by the feds for being the lying, duplicitous, self-serving bastard that he is. You’ve gotta post on this, Wendy.
Kelly says
It’s funny, most fitness and weight loss bloggers eat oatmeal. Must be something there!
Ann says
Next time you see Tim, ask him about The Dog Whisperer. He’s been obsessed since he was trapped in a St. Louis hotel room, sick with the flu while I was at a conference. He calls it “The Bad Doggie Show.”