...for the husband who is on the sofa being a couch potato, as he is home with me and not out at a bar. ...for the teenager who is complaining about doing dishes as it means he is at home, not on the streets.
...for the taxes I pay as it means I am employed.
...for the clothes that fit a little too snug as it means I have enough to eat.
...for the mess to clean up after a party as it means I have been surrounded by friends.
...for the lawns that need mowing, windows that need cleaning and gutters that need fixing as it means I have a home.
...for all the complaining I hear because it means we have freedom of speech.
...for the parking spot I find at the end of the parking lot as it means I am capable of walking and I have a car.
...for my heating bill as it means I am warm.
...for the lady behind me in church who sings off key as it means I can hear.
...for the pile of laundry and ironing as it means I have clothes to wear.
...for weariness and aching muscles at the end of the day as it means I been capable of working hard.
...for the alarm that goes off in the early hours because it means I am alive.
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