I'm at work, trying not to work because what I really want to be doing to finishing Chelsea Handler's book "Are you there, Vodka? It's me, Chelsea."
When I first started watching Chelsea Lately, I thought the announcer said her name was Chelsea Hamburger. This, to me (and only me, I'm sure), is hilarious for a number of completely wrong reasons that do not need to be written even here on the Internets.
So this year I'm forsaking all the truly wonderful and good things in my life. Instead I'm giving thanks for Chelsea Handler-Hamburger.
You got something better to give thanks for?