Things I’m thankful for:
Mommy and daddy love Toddler Tunes on Pandora as much as I do. 24/7 baby.
People think it’s cute when I fart. This will last forever.
We can all relive Bobcat Goldthwait in all his 80’s glory on Youtube whenever we want. (Would you believe he makes dark, serious movies now? Who woulda thunk…)
Cougars like Katy Perry and Miley Cyrus. (And they are thankful for me.)
The Medtronic Corporation. May they keep making new and better heart valves.
I can just cry when conversation bores me. Works great to change things up. You should try it at your next high school reunion.
Rubber ducky, ‘cause he’s the one.
Deep thoughts, by Jack Handy.
My parents change my clothes when I puke. I shall bring them to all parties when I am in college.
I’m me, ‘cause there’s only one thing that I know how to do well, and, I’ve often been told that you only can do what you know how to do well and that’s be you. Be what you’re like. Be like yourself.
The wonderfully delicious smell of baby formula. Nummy numm numm…
Really good health insurance.
I don’t have to spend 3 hours on the phone just to get a prescription refill from lovely mail order pharmacies. The really good health insurance people think it is somehow a good idea to make us use these instead of the nice, efficient local people. Dealing with mail order pharmacies is awesome. Like a colonoscopy. Every month. 3 or 4 times.
I have yet to see a series of those snarky e-cards on Facebook about congenital heart defects. Not sure exactly how that would be funny. Then again, if it could be funny, I’d probably come up with it.
Love and support of family, friends, and even strangers, without whom I wouldn’t have made it this far.
All the doctors, nurses, and care professionals who have gone the distance for me.
Being home for Thanksgiving with family.
Having Boston Celtics Chestpump Guy, a.k.a. Suitcoat Santa, over for Thanksgiving today. No joke.
For my echo last week. Wayne said my heart looked “spectacular.” You know, for me, busted pulmonary valve and all.
Steve Guttenburg movies. All of them.
Happy Thanksgiving. Later peoples.