One or 255 words of thanks

• Merci. Charlene and the crew of super-savvy ladies over at GalTime really know how to take a grrrl and whip her into a presentable package. Look at the wonders they worked on my post about gifts for kids of divorce! So grateful for the love (and pretty little spruce-up) you gave me.

• Do jeh. Mommyfriend finally admitted (out loud and not just on a barrage of texts to me in the middle of the afternoon) that she's been nursing a little girl crush on me. It's all sixth-grade and whatnot with us, because I totally have been crushing back and just was waiting for the right moment to tell Amy and hope that she might whisper it over to Sarah who will just get up the nerve to tell Katie because...well, damn, we all know Katie makes things happen. More updates as soon as the note with thirteen crease-folds and lots of tiny boxes to check off on the inside comes back.

• Grazie. The people of America, or at least of Shine, reminded me that the XXL polyester yoga pants my ex-husband once got me for Christmas are not the worst gift on the planet. Oh, no. A can opener is the worst gift on the planet. And so is a Chucky doll. Also? Wind chimes, pot, a teddy bear intended for an ex-girlfriend and a creepy doll lifted from a grandmother's collection all rank really high for present-giving suckage.

Can you top those, kittens? What are you grateful for this week?