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From the soggy home office near What Cheer, Iowa...

Top Ten Reasons to be Thankful This Year
(In no particular order)

10. That 8-hour car trip to Grandma's house will be welcome QUIET after the roar of fans and pounding of nails on the roof for a week.
9. When Dubya screws up, we can gleefully say "don't look at me, I didn't vote for him" and then add a little "I told you so" for good measure.
8. No postpartum recovery!
7. Grandma and Grandpa = FREE BABYSITTING
6. Wine. More Wine. Lots and lots of wine. (Oh...and turkey, too.)
5. Little Will is getting stronger and stronger in the UIHC NICU (see http://willkenyon.blogspot.com)
4. No Martha Stewart holiday specials
3. We may live in a red state, but it's not nearly as red as Kansas or Utah.
2. The miracle of modern technology—what DID we do before blogging?!
1. Only 11 more months until we hit the TERRIBLE TWOS! (eek)

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