On Thanksgiving, itís customary to remember all the things that youíre thankful for. Of course, everyone always gives thanks for the big things ... family, food, your home ... but no one ever thinks about all the little things that make life so good.

For starters, I live in a town which used to be called Turkeytown because of all the wild turkeys in the area. I have to admit, Iím really thankful that the town is not still called Turkeytown. Iím sure Iíd never be able to order anything to be delivered to my home, because the salespeople would burst out laughing when I gave them my address. I think whomever named the town thought they were honoring the turkeys. I think the turkeys would have been more honored if the town had ham on Thanksgiving.

Iím really thankful my parents didnít name me Rebecca. Because then when I got married I would have been Becky Beckerman. I know Iíd never be able to order anything over the phone because the salespeople would burst out laughing when I told them my name.

Iím thankful for Facebook so my daughter can post a photo of me when I accidentally dye my hair pink. My daughter is thankful that I have a sense of humor.

I have to call the people who make my moisturizer and thank them for coming out with a product that treats acne and wrinkles in one. I donít know how they did that because one needs to be dried out and the other needs to be moisturized, but Iím glad they did. It saves me at least 30 seconds when Iím getting ready in the morning.

Iím thankful I donít live someplace thatís warm all year round. If I had to worry about bathing suit season for 12 months straight, Iíd have a nervous breakdown.

Iím truly thankful that worms donít come into the house.

Iím thankful I have a dog so I have someone I can blame my gas on.

Iím really thankful I gave away all the rest of our Halloween candy.

Iím thankful someone invented those screens that you put on your gutters so the fallen leaves donít collect in there and block the water from draining so it doesnít leak into your living room and ruin your new paint job. I would be more thankful if we actually had the foresight to buy some of those before that happened.

Iím thankful that after I had children, my feet got bigger but my hips got smaller and not the other way around.

Iím thankful for my family for letting me make fun of them in my columns all these years and providing great material.

On a more serious note, Iím very thankful for all of my readers and Iím grateful for your kind letters. I cherish all three of them.

And, of course, Iím most thankful for my editors who are running my column telling everyone what Iím thankful for.

Wishing everyone a happy Thanksgiving.

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