Thursday thirteen, Thanksgiving style. Stuff I am thankful for. Obviously.
I really had little invested in the stock market so despite it’s continued tankage, I lost little.
Inversely, the price of oil keeps going up and up. As does the price of gas. Happily, I don’t have to go much of anywhere.
Despite the best efforts of P.M. Olmert, Israel is still there.
As is the United States. The American Union is not yet nor will it ever be if the people have any say in the matter. Especially the Canadians who don’t particularly like the U.S. so I’m told. Plus they are very PC and close to dhimmification. Wouldn’t work.
Christianity has not been outlawed and won’t be (better not) nor has Islam become the religion of compulsion in the U.S.. That’s so not happening.
Iran does not yet have nukes.
Neither does al Qaida thanks to Musharraf. We owe him. Or do we?
Neither does Syria. We owe Israel.
The kittycats are all healthy unlike this lot. Warning: extremely upsetting graphics. Hattip Kashim.
I have only six furry meows to feed. Do I hear five? Anyone want five? I’ll keep Meowza.
Friend brought me Thanksgiving dinner. Doubt she knew my oven had died. I figured it was a lost cause to get someone out to fix it yesterday so it remains unfixed til at least next week.
I have a life. I actually get to do stuff like go out to dinner, go to parties, do good stuff, actually help others. When I worked, I had little time for any of this. I get to enjoy the many wonderful things life has to offer, MS not being one of them.
My freedom to which I owe our troops a deep debt of gratitude. They rock.
The Giggy sends warm hugs and many cuddles. He is very thankful for his friends.
He had a lovely Thanksgiving. We are still cleaning up the remains from different pieces of furniture.