I Said Thanks but Yes Thanks

Stuck in the mental traffic that is a half day before the holiday, I'm actually glad that Rickey Henderson memed all over the internets. After posting a list of what he's thankful for, he said we all should do the same. Who am I not to listen to the all-time leader in stolen bases and runs scored?

So, first, of course, there's Amy. Can't be grateful enough.

But this year there's a close second, especially as he really hasn't had a chance to disappoint me yet. I say give the guy a chance, especially as he was smart enough to find a wonderful wife, too.

And now to a random list:

--the Mets yearly lesson in you can't get what you want
--pork belly (the food)
--Los Campesinos!
--so many restaurants, so little time
--words
--friends near and far, old and new, in person, in blogistan, in FB-land
--Sir Francis Drake from Cowgirl Creamery
--Preston Sturges (just watched Easy Living again this weekend)
--screwball comedy
--the gorgeous music of a cocktail shaker in action
--the world's best in-laws
--Ben Sherman shirts on sale at the Rack
--the pain au chocolate at Renaud's
--re-reading Greil Marcus
--our loony, art deco dogs
--our very good vet and his caring staff
--the iPhone, or handy dandy, as we call it
--a house far enough out of fire and flood range (knock on its wood)
--a job where they trust me to know how to do my job (but the way things are going, any job is something to be thankful for)
--a paid hobby
--all writing that is funny
--anybody who thinks I'm funny
--not that way
--my sisters who are too far away
--not living in NJ
--ridgeback shrimp
--that the 2nd and 3rd entries on a Google search about ridgeback shrimp are written by yours truly
--that despite the world being in a terrible mess, even a cynic can feel some hope

And thanks to you, for visiting, for reading, for commenting. For putting up with INOTBB. Now loosen those belts and dive in to the food orgy that is Thanksgiving.