Kerry Allen

In the spirit of the day (in no particular order):

I’m thankful I don’t have to host any holiday functions this year. (All that griping last year paid off.)

I’m thankful Angelic Daughter remains healthy and brilliant and funny as hell. (The best person to live with is one who makes you laugh.)

I’m thankful Angelic Daughter finally finished watching a billion hours of walkthrough of Resident Evil 4 on YouTube. (Yes, the guy’s commentary was funny. Yes, Leon has pretty hair and a nice butt. But as boring as it is to watch somebody else play a video game, it can’t compare to watching somebody else watching somebody else play a video game.)

I’m thankful Demon Dog has demonstrated a talent for catching the little frogs that get in the house and spitting them outside. (My attempts at capture always end in guilt-inducing crushage, but coexisting with nature in my house is not an option.)

I’m thankful for the three people who find me amusing enough to click over in this direction once in a while. (*waves*)

I’m thankful for friends who fly into a rage every time I receive a rejection, forcing me to explain calmly and rationally that rejection is par for the course, not a personal attack (except that last one—whoa damn, that woman needs medication), thus distracting me from the nervous breakdown I would rather be having. (I’m doubly thankful for those that fly into a rage and then console me with baked goods and/or ice cream.)

I’m thankful the ideas keep coming. (What do you do if they dry up? Commit wholly to the day job? Dust? Watch Dancing with the Stars? God forbid, exercise?)

I’m thankful work at the day job slows to a trickle between Thanksgiving and New Year’s so all my weekends for the rest of the year can be at least 3 days long. (No vacations for the past 4 years = So much time built up, if I don’t use it, they’re going to take it away.) This will enable me to shampoo the carpets, scrape a year’s worth of filth off the tile and off the car, and maybe finish the this-makes-no-fucking-sense draft of the WIP.

I planned to be thankful the hordes of mosquitoes that have been eating me alive for months hadn’t given me malaria or West Nile virus, but it still hasn’t gotten cold enough here to kill the little bastards, so I’m not over the river and through those woods yet.

Next year, I would like to be thankful for a modest publishing contract. Just sayin’.