I am grateful for a productive day. I made a list, and then crossed a bunch of cuss off of it.

I am grateful for Coop, all excited to show me and photo document the Cars he made today at out of school care.

I am grateful for an evening at Mr. Tubbs, where children get to eat ice cream and learn the value of gambling through midway arcade games that cost a quarter for the chance to win tickets, redeemable for crappy plastic trinkets. I wouldn’t have thought I’d be grateful for Mr. Tubbs  this afternoon, but it was fun, and fun is something to be grateful for.

I am grateful for Farley, whacking alligators and riding what I refer to as the creepy goth pig at Mr. Tubbs. Say what you will about that pig; it is a mighty steed, and Farley is a happy guy when he’s riding it.