The new roof on my house, which appears to have fixed my leaky sunroom problem.
Palm’s Bakery. May it never, ever close its doors again.
Flogging Molly’s “Drunken Lullabies” CD.
The third lane on Highway 100 that opened a few months ago, reducing my daily commute from 25 minutes to 12.
My new digital camera, the awesomest of birthday gifts, which took fantastic photos of DemiGoddess the Elder during her final performance of the school musical last weekend.
Justin Morneau’s bat. (Congratulations to the new American League MVP! )
CO Bigelow Mentha Lip Tint, Bath and Body Works Warm Vanilla Sugar hand cream, Mac Fluidline eyeliner, and Bare Escentuals Mineral Veil. Also the hair dye that I do not need yet, but am nevertheless comforted by the existence of. And, for the time being, tweezers.
The Caribou Coffee that finally opened a few weeks ago, three blocks from my house.
My Honda Civic, which just passed the 100,000 mile mark and still runs like a champ.
The lunch buffet at Surabhi Indian Cuisine.
Circular knitting needles.
The wreath my dad brought me back from his trip to the lake last week.
Alpaca wool mittens.
Lilacs, apple blossoms, pansies, and the roses that appear on my dining room table on every fifth of the month.
And, last but far from least, I am thankful for the hand written notes I received a couple of months ago from two little girls in South Africa, thanking me for the bears I made. (Even though they made me cry.)