The Grace Experiment, Part 4

My attempt to start each week this year by listing 5 things, little or big, for which I'm grateful.  I'd say I try to do this sans the usual snark, but, well, um . . . that's even less fun than attempting to act appropriately thankful here.  

Would you believe I'm feeling grateful for more than 5 things this week?  The least nauseating five, if you can believe it:

1.  Friends who exclaim upon my entering a party, "Oh, good, we can open the champagne now!"  YES WE CAN!

2.  Recchiuti chocolates.  Trust me.

3.  The HRH Pug spent his Valentine's Day weekend clad in a festive holiday-themed scarf, so the Anonymous Husband threatened both divorce and custody proceedings if I post a recent photo.  Therefore, I attempt to earn your reader love by posting a puffy-hearted picture of the HRH as a puppy:

We're still working on our entry for Mrs. Jetplane's Pug contest . . . these things cannot be entered into lightly, after all.

4. Proof that I haven't been 100% sucked into my latest Type A Minus obsession, car shopping*, in the form of this DVF dress that is now on my stealth sale watch list.

*Although this is arguably more socially normal & productive than the teenaged vampire problem, no?

5.  That I met the AH in that time honored, old-fashioned way**, versus the current reality show means which primarily involve hot tubs and spray tans***.  Not that I'd know this from religous "Bachelor" watching.  Nooooope, not me, tra la la la . . . 

**In a bar, naturally.

***Bikinis?? On a first date??