This morning, I finished the (Monday) New York Times crossword puzzle and both KenKen puzzles. I created a killer playlist on Spotify, and now I’m working on a blog post that’s bound to get me famous. Did I mention I’m also at work?* Talk about ending the year on a high-note.
I know it’s New Years Eve, but Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday so I’m going to ring in the New Year with good, old-fashioned Thanksgiving activities such as stuffing my face, avoiding family members asking me “how’s the job hunt coming along,” taking a nap, and of course, sharing some things I’m grateful for.
I’m grateful that I’m not an NFL Head Coach or General Manager.
It seems like they’re all getting fired this morning, so I’m grateful that I’m not them today. Happy New Year, Gentlemen.
I’m grateful that I’m not Hillary Clinton’s doctor.
That’s a lot of pressure, and I woke up with a pretty bad headache this morning, so I’m grateful that I’m not monitoring her blood clot today. Get better Hill!
I’m grateful that I’m not named Sandy.
I’d like to see the next tropical storm named after a man. Sandy, Irene, and Katrina. It’s getting a little tired, World Meteorological Organization.
I’m grateful that I’m not Kim Kardashian and Kanye West’s fetus.
I feel like this one is a given.