I am thankful for leftovers.
I love not cooking.
I love copious amounts of cooked cranberries.
I love eating desserts that I never eat and not feeling guilty about it. Well, maybe just a little guilty. I swear I hear my treadmill taunting me. I hate that thing.
And I love carbohydrate comas.
Is that a valid excuse not to go to work tomorrow? It totally should be.