“Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.” –Aldous Huxley
I was going to dedicate this blog entry to Little Man, as I was feeling particularly sentimental, and he fills me every day with more gratitude than I could ever have imagined feeling prior to him.
But then I went to Starbucks. And then the grocery store. And then the pizza shop.
I don’t know who, exactly, decided that, once summer is officially over, absolutely EVERYTHING has to be pumpkin-flavored, but can we please end this shit?
On that note, today I am grateful for the handful of people who understand that not everything should be pumpkin-flavored. As it is, I’ve never been a fan of pumpkin pie. So I don’t want a pumpkin spice latte, I don’t want pumpkin-flavored hummus, and I don’t even know how one would make a pumpkin pizza. But, I will warn you, that the first person who offers me pumpkin-flavored bacon will be punched in the ear (I was going to say another body part, but Little Man informs me that that would be “very, very rude.”)
I am also grateful that that Nickelback shit seems to have finally died down. Because they are just awful. © Racheal Lee Bradford