Assisted Procrastination

Today I’m grateful for old things. Don’t look so shocked – I’m not talking about old people. Those still hold a “special” place I’m my, ummm, heart . . .? No, I’m talking about the afternoon I spent antiquing with one of my oldest of friends (because I’ve known her a long time – not because she’s old). We ooooh-ed and aaaahh-ed and laughed and talked and imagined all the crafty things we could do with old things. I fed my odd obsession with old bottles (they were on sale – how could I not??) and I embraced the upcoming holiday season with glittery fake flowers and a gold sparkly squirrel Christmas ornament for The Kid (I wisely bypassed the one that looked as if it might have been an actual living, breathing squirrel at one point in time). These are only a few of the old things for which I’m grateful.

Two words – butt warmers. Heated seats. Ass toasters. Take your pick.

In the interest of full disclosure, it’s completely possible I used this one last year. It’s also possible I might feel the overwhelming desire to use it again. They’re just THAT amazing and I’m THAT thankful for them. The weather is turning cold and mornings are increasingly less than cozy. Few things help compensate for the typical morning chaos than this one, simple, first-world luxury.

Here’s wishing you all cozy, toasty derrières to accompany your extra hour of sleep this weekend!

The setup — each day between today and Thanksgiving, try to “really” take stock of that for which you have great gratitude. Shout it out on Facebook and share your thanks, inspire others to be grateful, and open yourself to new gratitudes.

So I’m going to try this, but with my twist. Mostly because I like to have fun and bend the rules. And though I fully comprehend and support the sentiment of the challenge, cheesy makes me want to gag. So here goes!

Today, I’m grateful for asparagus, though not so much the after-effects of asparagus. Seriously. It catches me off-guard EVERY time. I really need to leave myself a post-it note in the bathroom. Or a reminder on my phone. Or something.

I’m also grateful for a daughter whose favorite meal of all time includes asparagus. And that one day soon, we’ll be able to harvest asparagus from our own garden, grown from seeds planted by my husband. How cool is that!?

Cool side note – Did you know that you only eat the male plants? Google it if you don’t believe me. Girl power (in the plant world)!