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I’m thankful that my memory is good because my vision is going.
I’m thankful for Sarah Palin’s vice presidential bid, which taught us that Alaska is not in a box off the coast of California.
I’m thankful for the three ounce Ziploc bag, so that I have somewhere to put my savings.
I don’t need a holiday or a feast to feel grateful for my children, the sun, the moon, the roof over my head, music, and laughter, but I like to take this time to take the path of thanks less traveled.
My Mom said she learned how to swim when someone took her out in the lake and threw her off the boat. I said, ‘Mom, they weren’t trying to teach you how to swim.’
I used to watch ‘The Waltons’ and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.
I have a very silly sense of humor. I’ve never laughed harder in my entire life than seeing someone with toilet paper stuck on the bottom of their shoe.
I don’t have a bank account because I don’t know my mother’s maiden name.
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.