Yesterday I declared my thanks for receiving less search query hits involving naked Meredith Vieira. Ironically, this declaration of thanks will result in more search query hits involving naked Meredith Vieira. Happy freaking Thanksgiving.
If I may get serious for a moment: I have a lot to be thankful for this year. The Patriots are 10-0. The end of the Bush regime is in sight. The spinning instructor who plays too much country-rock music is on maternity leave. I am employed, healthy, and still reasonably good-looking.
And there’s Mr. P. Some readers of this web site with whom I’m not personally acquainted may wonder if Mr. P is a real man, and not some fictitious French foil to my inner malcontent American. But he is so very, very real. And after countless walks in the woods, glasses of wine, courses of cheese, cups of coffee, kisses, movies, billiards, mountain tops, campfires, apres-skis, impromptu language lessons, and general lovey-doveyness…. Mr. P has consented to ask me to be his wife.
Meaning that, some time next year, I will be Mrs. P.
