Token Thankfulness.

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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.

The HP TouchSmart.

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.

13 thoughts on “Token Thankfulness.”

  7. To have a wicked smart husband (who flies in tomorrow morning and flies out Friday afternoon, Dear Law School, Suck it. xoxo-Casey)

    Believe me, this too shall pass. My husband commuted to Grad School (home weekends at least). We just celebrated our 41st anniversary.

    Happy Thanksgiving!

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