They Wear "Boo" Jeans

Thank you, broccoli, for not overcooking last night.

I did a little booty dance because you were so green and scrumptious.

Thank you, Patriots, for winning your game yesterday.

Even though I was a little nervous, you still pulled out some great plays. I do think that your quarterback needs a haircut.

Thank you, Chicago, for being so freaking awesome on Friday.

You reminded me how much I love big cities. Also, your deep dish pizza makes me drool with delight. I hope to live in you someday.

Thank you, North Park University, for having the 2nd Annual Student Diversity Leadership Conference. It was refreshing to see all the beautiful faces of students from different universities. Also, I may have shaken my booty a little bit when your step team stepped it up.

Thank you, TLC, for contributing to my procrastination.

You air shows that I think are mind blogging and close to “reality”.

Thank you, BFF, for not encouraging my corny jokes.

This does not mean that I will stop texting you at 12:00am asking you what kind of pants ghosts wear. By the way, they wear “boo” jeans. Ha. Gets me every time.

Thank you, Ingrid Michaelson and Paramore, for being my cooking music yesterday.

Your strong and beautiful voices make me want to shout, “I am woman. Hear me roar”. Also, singing in a Julia Child voice to your songs is one of the best things I have ever done.

Thank you, Come Thou Fount, your lyrics remind me of how human I can be.

What are you thankful for?