Being thankful, well sort of
I contemplated writing some sort of post with seasonally appropriate heartfelt thanks for all of those random things in life that I take for granted. It was a lengthy list and not very interesting, not to mention almost boring me to tears with my own soul-searching. I can't imagine reading it. So instead, I bring a slightly less grandiose and significantly more trivial list of things I am for which I am thankful, or not:
Bi Rite Creamery Creme Fraiche Ice Cream: Words cannot express this deliciousness. Rich, creamy, not overly sweet; however, frequent consumption will likely lead to bypass surgery. Fortunately, it's expensive, so the temptation is lessened.
The Fillmore: Bands I like play there, even though it seems as if the sound is more often than not mixed by someone who is deaf which makes it hard to like the bands I like when they play there.
The Wisconsin Sheep Dairy Cooperative: Dante (aged sheep) and Mona (aged sheep/cow). Why must you make me choose? Thank you.
December 5, 1933. Thank you for repealing Prohibition. My liver may not.
Bi Rite Creamery Creme Fraiche Ice Cream: Words cannot express this deliciousness. Rich, creamy, not overly sweet; however, frequent consumption will likely lead to bypass surgery. Fortunately, it's expensive, so the temptation is lessened.
The Fillmore: Bands I like play there, even though it seems as if the sound is more often than not mixed by someone who is deaf which makes it hard to like the bands I like when they play there.
The Wisconsin Sheep Dairy Cooperative: Dante (aged sheep) and Mona (aged sheep/cow). Why must you make me choose? Thank you.
December 5, 1933. Thank you for repealing Prohibition. My liver may not.