I don't need a holiday or a feast to feel grateful for my children, the sun, the moon, the roof over my head, music, and laughter, but I like to take this time to take the path of thanks less traveled.

My act is sort of improvisational. I have a skeleton in my head, but no fat or skin on it.

This is not the first time I've been late,

When I sat down to write I just felt like a geek writing about myself. And then it dawned on me, just because of the way I am, I can't stop talking, and part of the problem is that anything that gets said reminds me of something that happened to me one time, and invariably I cut people off and talk about myself.

I used to watch 'The Waltons' and sob because my family was nothing like that. We had a cruel sense of humor in my family.

The time to repair the roof is when the sun is shining.