Thankful

I fucking love Thanksgiving. For starters I must say I’m thankful that I can use that kind of language and not be judged (stop judging) or shot. Second this year a bunch of peeps are in town making rounds. Cousin Corey is going to make a stop and I’m so excited. I haven’t seen him since he asked us to “paint the town red with some green berets” and that was at least 2 years ago. I’m lying. He was in town for a short stop and we met for a quick lunch. Still so.excited.

Last night I heard of some dear old friends being in town (they only make it every 3 years) and at my sissy’s bar. Even though I was tired and hadn't showered I still got my ass up there to see them. If I hadn't I would of regretted it because I love these two folks and miss the shit out of them! I’m thankful for the (short) time I got to spend with them. It’s been a long time since I’d seen Philly’s face and it was joyous.

I’m staying with dear sweet Bruce this week while my brother and sister (in law) are enjoying New York. I’m thankful he’s such a champ! He may fall but he gets back up. I love how he sleeps next to my bed. I don’t know if this is because he wants to be near someone or if he’s being protective. Maybe both.