I am grateful for THINGS.
I mean, like ... STUFF. Objects. Of luxury.
I'm grateful for my huge enormous king-sized bed, my flat pillow that looks more like a fat pillowcase, my crisp cotton sheets, my woollen doona, my beautiful white pin-tucked doona cover, and the 6 pillows and 7 cushions that Fabio calls fripperies and I call essential for my well-being.
I'm grateful for coffee in my Freo mug, and I don't care that most of the country mocks them, they are My Boys and I love that damn cup. I will love the Big Silver One more when we win it.
I'm grateful for head lice lotion. You got kids, you know why.
I'm grateful for my beautiful Dr Who bracelet that I wrote about a couple of posts down, not because it helps save kittens or fund cancer research or fight domestic abuse, but it's pretty and fun and I love Dr Who.
I'm grateful for books, and reading them snuggled in bed with a cup of coffee in my Freo mug, and not scratching, and listening to the soft chingle of my charms when I turn the page.
And my glasses. VERY grateful for my glasses.
