In 2012, hold the cantaloupe

Thankful for in 2011

A warm bed. Actually, several to choose from,

Table scraps, particularly those that smell like bacon,

My people.

Oatmeal shampoo for my sensitive skin.

Tummy rubs and head scratches.

No more bin Laden or Kim Jong Il or Gadhafi, not that I care for violence.

No more Charlie Sheen.

The New London mayoral race.

The national tour of my favorite comedian, Herman Cain.

A real skating rink in Westerly.

My squeaky squirrel toy.

My burgeoning movie career.

My appropriately confident and serene sense of self.

Hope 2012 is free of

Newts of all kinds.

Rabid skunks/bats/raccoons.

Rabid animal control officers.

Lettuce and other leafy greens.

The New London mayoral race.

The Kardashians.

Killer cantaloupe.

Killer weather.

Power outages.

Bad economic news.

The fat, stupid and lazy.