Thank you… oscillating fans, for being soooo good, then not so good, then soooo good, then not so good, then soooo good.
Thank you… smoothies, for being fat people’s way of saying, “I’m drinking a milkshake, but I don’t want to call it that.”
Thank you… Cool Ranch Doritos, for being so delicious that I almost forget you make my breath smell like dragon barf for seven hours after I eat you.
Thank you… knife and fork, for keeping spoon in check. He made a move on my pasta last night, but you guys were there to show him what’s what.
Thank you… football season, for starting this week… and for finally making my habit of getting drunk at 11:00 in the morning every Sunday seem perfectly normal.
Thank you… paper clips, for being like staples for people who can’t commit.
Thank you… home gym, for being a monument to that one time when I wanted to get in shape.
Thank you… the feeling that I lost my cell phone, even though I just put it in the wrong pocket. Those ten seconds of absolute terror did a great job of reminding me what a weak man I am.
Thank you… fish cakes, for not even
trying
to sound good.
Thank you… zip line, for being the fastest and most convenient way to travel between two trees.
Thank you… enchilada, for looking like a burrito that just threw up all over itself.
Thank you… new leather jacket, for being much heavier than I thought. Every time I put you on I feel like I’m getting X-rays at the dentist.