i am grateful...
for being able to breathe
for sunshine on my face
for a green thermos full of hot coffee
that Sherpa calls me "Loretta!"..it used to piss me off, because thats not anywhere near my name..but now every time i hear him yellit through the house it cracks me up
for nutty people they are the color/smelly markers in the box of black and white pens
for headphones at work!
the smell of peeling an orange