Your favorite dynamic duo here.
In honor of Thanksgiving and the delightful holiday “feel-good” festivities, we decided we would share what we are thankful for.
Let’s be real people, we are all blessed. In some way or another. And it’s always a good thing to pause and remember what you are thankful for!
Remember… what you take for granted, some would probably die for. *Perspective*
And also… both of us are so freakishly opposite so our ‘thankful lists’ should be rather comical.
Morgan: I’m gonna start this off and be real basic (haaaa, what’s new) and say I am thankful for my family. I’m so lucky to have such an amazing and close-knit support system. No matter what I do, crazy or not, they are there for me through thick and thin.
Alex: I’m thankful for my cat.
Morgan: Your cat is currently gnawing on my new Timberland boots as we speak. Can you please control her, THANKS. Ooh, I’m thankful food. Particularly brussel sprouts. And bacon.
Alex: I’m thankful for my cat for strategically using subliminal messaging to let you know that you spend way too much money on clothes. Like, did you even need those boots?
Morgan: Anyways. I am choosing to ignore you and continue with all my blessin’s. I’m thankful for my health, for my health allowing me to sweat and find peace in SoulCycle, for my health allowing me to live without a lot of doctors visits. Ya know, health is wealth.
Now please say something worth reading my dear sis. 😉
Alex: I’m thankful for God for providing us blessing after blessing, for our strong bond with our family, for California weather and not sweating when I walk outside now, for college football and for Mexican food. (By Mexican food, I mean tex-mex, FYI).
^That’s all I need in life.
Also, I’m thankful for reality tv and Settlers of Catan.
Morgan: See, that right there is the answer I was digging for!!! It only took me screeching at you from across the couch.
And on that note… I’m copying you.
I am thankful for living in this crazy city and keeping my head on my shoulders thanks to some bomb.com friends, for sunny LA weather allowing me to wear shorts in November, for opportunities that allow me to meet new people, and for enlightened ice cream and white wine to get me through any tough time.
Alex: What was a time you were thankful for me? Spill.
Morgan: Well jeez, hit me with a deep one why don’t ya. Hmm.
Oh here is a classic Morgan/Alex moment.
I AM THANKFUL for whenever we were in New York for the Big Brother 20 premiere and we all decided to go out and you saved me from bleeding to death. (Okay, that is dramatic but here is the back story, people.)
I decided to buy a bottle of vodka as a little housewarming gift before we went out… so kind of me, right? Well… when we left to go to the bars, I didn’t want to just leave the basically still full bottle at the apartment where it couldn’t be used! Hello, trying to save us money here.
So… I took it in the cab and hid it in a bush outside of the bar. Yes, probably one of my most genius ideas, I know. Long story short, after we got done at the bar, I went to retrieve my treasured bottle of cheap Svedka from the wild shrubs of New York City. And I dropped it. On my feet. And I cut my foot. Classic!
Sweet, loving ole Alex ran to get me napkins, yelled at me and told me I am not allowed to be dramatic and go to the ER and instead, took me to a nearby diner to get french fries. All was well.
And at that moment, I was very, very thankful for my big sis. And french fries.
Alex: Honestly, there was more to the story above. You were so out of it that you didn’t realize you had blood literally spurting out of your foot and all over your leg and shoe. I remember that instead of freaking out, you looked down at your foot and started cackling while I was freaking out and running around like a mad woman trying to find you a band-aid. Or in this case, napkins from some gas station.
I’m most grateful for you when we’re at a bar and I say “anyone want a round of tequila shots?!” and everyone stares at me blankly but you. You’re the only one who is ever 100% on board and eager to pour tequila poison down your throat. WHAT A CHAMP. THIS IS WHY WE ARE RELATED.
So yes, I’m grateful that you’re an excellent party partner. #blessed.
Morgan: So… this super cute Thanksgiving post just made us into complete psychos. Yet I am so okay with it. I love ya. (cue “awwwws”)
Despite our stories and shenanigans, remember to count your blessings, y’all. We are ALL #blessed in some sort of way. And sometimes you need a post like this (that our parents will read and hate) to remind you all to pause and say thanks.
Alex: Ditto. Peace n’ blessings.