And because right now I'm about as creative as a moldy grapefruit, I'm going to continue my unconventional Thanksgiving list, even though it's utterly conventional to do "unconventional" things at Thanksgiving.
Things I'm thankful for:
- Cheetos. It's genetic. Me, my mom, and my grandma (whose nickname is, incidentally, Chester Cheetah) are genetically predisposed to crave the faux cheesy goodness fortnightly.
- Hulu. My parents actually gave us a TV antannae, so now we can watch real TV and stop claiming to be TV-less Christian hipsters. But I'm so used to watching "my shows" with the laptop on my belly and no commercials with troublesome women flaunting large endowments to make me feel bad about myself, I can't turn back.
- Butt warmers.
- The Rock Obama. Or anything else Duane Johnson does, even if it's bad, which it mostly is.
- And most of all, blondes, especially of the American-Dutch male variety.