None of them include memories of blogging with a 10 minute deadline staring me in the face. A half-baked stuffing in the oven, and a bleeding leaky cherry pie waiting for its turn, and I'm sat here in front of the computer ignoring the culinary train wreck.
I am thankful. This little pack of hilarious, chaotic, loving, genuine people are my whole world (sorry people, they just are), and I am thankful every single blessed day. Even the days when I swear.
And no, I don't know why I chose this deeply unflattering photo of me. Except that.... this just ain't about me.