Over the past two days FedEx has shown up with seven seperate boxes with three different laptops, a printer, some software, some other techy thing and the thing I write to you from tonight.
25.5″ of Hi-Def touchscreen touchyness.
Or better known around this house as the thing that may lead all of us to commit insurance fraud.
Want to feel like a super big high tech badass? Get a TouchScreen computer bigger than most windshields. If you’re not reenacting scenes from “My Own Worst Enemy” or “Minority Report” within moments then you’re not fully relishing the possibilities.
I’m a lucky kid.
To be able to participate in this giveaway (and no, I don’t get to keep a darn bit of it.)
To have a warm house with an unnaturally comfortable bed (have I ever told you about my bed? It’s better than sleeping in gently swaying cloud coated in velvet.)
To have a family to eat a classic Thanksgiving meal with.
To have the means to even have a classic Thanksgiving meal.
To have a wicked smart kid.
To have a wicked smart husband (who flies in tomorrow morning and flies out Friday afternoon, Dear Law School, Suck it. xoxo-Casey)
To have friends.
Pardon the gaggy cheesyness (turkeyness?),
But I’m thankful.