An early Thanksgiving

I am thankful for massages.
And for facials.
And for the Bubba who works hard all day at his desk lawyering [which is not as glamorous as many law students may imagine] so that I can play with Mary Bullock, have lunch dates, tend to the house, and have the occasional [and by that I mean, every five years or so] massage and facial.

As a person who no longer contributes to the family coffers, it's easy for me, between play dates and neighborhood strolls, to overlook the work it takes to finance a family: Oh, look! It's the last Thursday of the month! Magic.

But it's not that way, and today I'm saying thank you to the HBIC of the Wedekind household.