What a difference two months make

Hi peoples. 

I've been rather busy (thanks) with shop stuff this past week. It makes a girl glad that she got canned at the end of September, though I still haven't found a way to explain that delicately. Yesterday I volunteered at a craft and design show for the Virginia Arts Center. Anywhoo, the job topic came up, as it always does, and I'll admit that I handled the whole, "oh, why did you get fired," question rather poorly. At first I grimaced and left it at, "Well, my boss and I were very different types of people," but it soon devolved to, "She just didn't like me." That is an understatement. She loathed me. Everything I did to prove myself a valuable and flexible member of her staff was met with criticism and suspicion. Such is life, I guess. Her loss, though I do miss my coworkers. Hollah ladies- you know who you are. 

But this is a week for Thanks. Would it be tempting Fate to tick off a few of the things I'm grateful for? Here's hoping it isn't:

1. My Gram, who turns 95 this Wednesday

2. My husband who is both grumpy and awesome (but mostly awesome)

3. My dog who sticks her tongue out when she's asleep

4. My family who are rad

5. That I got fired 

6. My five healthy, happy nephews

7. My post office

-and-

8. books.

Have a good holiday, peoples, and try to remember that they love you and mean well. (And if you don't get that last bit, count yourself extremely lucky.)