My annual THANK YOU!
Let’s start with the Big thanks. Thank you God. I appreciate the opportunity you’ve given me with this life and I’ll try to use your gifts wisely. Not sure what the plan is, but I’m okay with that. You do you, I’m your ride or die buddy. Actually ride and die, though no rush, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Fat thanks go to Pudge, my rescue pup who greats me each morning with the enthusiasm of a teenage Beatles fan. At 120 lbs, the Vet assured me that even though he looks great for an eight year old Bernese Mountain Dog, he will soon be crushed by the extra seven pounds he’s gained, live a shorter life and be plagued by joint pain. I covered Pudge’s ears and explained to the vet that fat shaming a plus-size person’s pet might not have the impact he was hoping for.
Sloppy thanks go to all the excess belongings in my life. Your Swedish death cleaning moment is nigh, but I’ve really enjoyed having you along for the ride. Those of you who have been in the family for generations and don’t fit in the attic, don’t get too nervous. I’ve been saying this for a while and progress remains slow. I know I don’t need an antique fencing foil right now, but I might take it up again. You never know. It’s good exercise.
Wet thanks go to my Mom, who passed in February. Last week I found time to review some of the Stylaquin data, noticed that one of the stores had gotten truly amazing results and I thought “I have to tell Mom, she’ll love it!” I did, but it wasn’t the same.
And now for some extra cheese. I am honestly grateful for so many people who make my life interesting, fun, curious, exhausting, enlightening, and fascinating. I’m blessed, and I hope I’m giving back as much as I’m getting. Thank you!
All the best,
Sarah
