
I’m thankful that when 2 hands and adequate concentration are required of a parallel parking job, I’m smart enough to get off my cell phone and put down my latte.
I’m thankful that, unlike that lady (or man, it’s tough to tell in my neighborhood) I watched for 5 solid minutes as she inspected the contents of a parked car, I am not nosy.
I’m thankful for hummus with 40 spices…though I wish someone thought my “Well, it’s actually 39 spices + chickpea flavoring” joke was funny.
I’m thankful that no matter how bad my hair looks, it will never look as bad as Art Garfunkle’s.
