MOAB

Richard’s arm wasn’t broken.
That he finally seems to be over that damned cold.
That I get to hear those four little words parents hear every day as Christmas nears… “Is it Christmas yet?”
That the Christmas tree hasn’t been destroyed by the feline members of the family.
That our electricity stayed on.
That the ice and snow are gone.
That the Sisters-in-law and MIL went batshit over their afghans they loved them so much.
That I still have movement in my hands after crocheting 8 afghans in 5 months.
That my underwear is too big.
That the Christmas shopping is done and only the wrapping needs to be done.
Yadda, yadda, yadda… there’s more but I’m done for now.