**********A recycle from last year. This year I’m sick so can’t be as creative or coherent.
I want to think I am a thankful person. I’ve read that Voskamp book, and I’ve gotten to #81 of my 1000 gifts recorded. (Started in July.) Okay, so I’m not doing so well.
There are some genes hidden somewhere I’m sure that boast thankful DNA. But to be honest, I have a melancholy streak in me that sees the dark side first. It’s not that I am a glass-half-empty kind of gal; I think I missed out on even getting the glass!
People that sport wide toothy grins all the time are irritating–irritating on several levels. First, no one can be that happy all the time with all the war, pollution, bed bug infestations, dog droppings in public areas, and alien snatchings abounding; and second, how in the world could they afford all those beautiful veneers anyway. Dentistry to me has always meant pain and money. “Cosmetic” isn’t even on…
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