Wednesday thankfulness.

I’m thankful for craisins.

Vacations have too many names.

If you want to make a baby on a romantic trip, it’s a conceptionmoon. One last jaunt before little junior or junioreena is born? A babymoon.

Mancations are when dudes go off and do their thing. If ya stay at home and do nothing (cause you just don’t want to fork over your first born, arm or leg at the pump), it’s a staycation.

And if you are down with the new hotness, which is kicking it in the buff at the many upscale resorts and/or cruises, you’ll be on a nakation. I’m down with a freecation, you know one that I don’t have to pay for.

I heart Roland Martin.

Just want to put that out there.

I am thankful.

My husband took the trash out to the curb this morning, even though he usually does it, because I didn’t have to.

We are almost out of vitamins because that means that we’ve been taking them.

The sun came out yesterday. Long enough for me to wear sunglasses.

For pretty underwear.

For grace.

For mercy.

For love.