down cranky-bitch lane this evening, and I got an email from a friend, who lost her husband this past fall. In the middle of bitching to my baby daddy about the house, the insane amount of company we've had since getting this pool put in, and just being an ASS. Now, on top of being throughly ashamed of myself, I find myself counting my blessings.
1-An oldest son, who almost didn't even get to be born, who is adorable, helpful, and every bit as much of a wise-ass as his mother.
2-A middle son, who has big brown cow eyes, and asks questions such as "Do lightening bugs really have hospitals?", after becoming distraught over "breaking one of it's legs, on accident".
3-A four year old boy, who can give the sweetest, tightest little hugs, as he wraps his arms around my neck, while simultanteously wiping a booger on my shirt, and smearing peanut butter in my hair.
4-A husband, who, though did turn down a quickie earlier (which helped speed up the above stroll), loves me inspite of the fact that I'm smarter than he is, and that I clap for ALL the players who strike out, when he drags me to Orioles games.
5-A great house, with tons of character, as evidenced by the marginally racist wallpaper hanging in the foyer, and the crumbling plaster, only held up by the aforementioned wallpaper.
6-No longer owning one of our dogs. Yes. I'm one of those people. The kind that take their damn dog, that they rescued from being taken to the pound in the first place, to the SPCA, after he bulldozed yet another section of the fence (why go over it, when you can go through it?) and almost caused another car accident on our street.
7-My kitties. They kick litter all over my husbands side of the floor by our bed, everytime he irritates me. Us gals gotta stick togther.
8-My friends with children, who freely commiserate with me over children who mindlessly peel cracking leather off your favorite chair you found at the local thrift store.
9-My friends without children, who freely drive my ass to the bar, when I'm being a total HAG who needs to forget she's got children for an evening.
10-The man who married one of my best friends, bringing her back to me. I missed her.
11-My momma's group, who continually make me laugh hard enough to snarf coffee in the mornings, who never dissapoint in a contest to see who can come up with the most bizarre fetish to discuss.
I'm grateful for all of the above, and much more, but most of all, right now, to my cousin. Who left me 1/2 a bottle of strawberry twist vodka, which I've mixed with grape koolaid, for a slighly disgusting, yet satisfying drink, that y'all can thank for this particular post, when she housesat for us last weekend.
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