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Giving Thanks

This week is Thanksgiving. I did an early list of all the things I'm thankful for (in addition to my wonderful children, my weird father and my beautiful wife). Note: If I didn't start with that I'd be in deep doo doo.

1. My iphone. Yes you may think me shallow to start my list with this, but if you are really honest, it would be at the top of yours. My entire life is in my iphone and when it is not there or not functioning I go into deep depression. If your name is Noreen, you are NOT thankful for your iphone because you don't have one. In fact, your phone doesn't even have the letter "p" and you have to use your husband's phone to text. You can't even write a ransom note .. it would come out like this ... " lease ut $1,000,000 in a aper bag and don't call the olice!" 


2. The $10 slot machine in the High Limit room of Hard Rock closest to the cage. I should say, I'm thankful for that machine this past week because I hit a $7200 jackpot on Tuesday. The month before I lost $3,456,781 in the same machine.

3. My Man Cave. I watch TV in there, eat in there and sleep in there. Debbie can visit but is not allowed to talk in there. Actually, Debbie does talk in there because she doesn't follow directions well and if you believe this and you have been married for more than 10 years, you know that I just made the last part up. Debbie allows me to HAVE a man cave.

4. Peanut butter. I have always loved peanut butter on everything ... crackers, celery, chicken, potatoes, the sofa. I started Weight Watchers and noticed that peanut butter was only 13 points. I was on Cloud 9 until somebody told me that it was a teaspoon full of peanut butter ... my typical portion was 456 points ... enough for 10 meals.




5. Dewars and water. Now THAT's the way to celebrate Thanksgiving! 

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