Today I am thankful for the miracle that is my son eating the homemade chicken and wild rice soup I made as part of my no-fun hypoallergenic diet. I mean, he ate it... the entire bowl. Now I pray the miracles will continue every night for the whole three weeks so we can share as a family the no-fun foodie experience. Of course, he polished off his meal with a huge bowl of ice cream and forced me to watch - that was the no-fun part for me. Perhaps that was a passive aggressive payback for the nutritious soup?
I am also thankful that the paramedic kept pushing the "get out and walk" because, eventhough the paths were icy, it felt super great to be outside.
Oh. And I am thankful for the Nyquil commercial with the 200 lb baby. It makes me giggle... because it is soooooo true. That is some funny shit.
