i am not easily offended.
i am not one to even get angry all that often.
but you know what really makes me mad
like blood-curdling face-melting pissed off?
breaking cute one-of-a-kind dishes my mom gave me,
and
getting plum juice on my brand new shirt i made for a dollar out of really cute fabric.
{i know i know…. it was a dollar} but seriously folks, wasn’t breaking the dish plenty in one morning….? i only got to wear the shirt once!!
i spent all day boiling water, and sitting my precious oh-so-expensive shirt in special stain removers.
i would like to go back in time, to yestermorn and be more on my game.
pay close attention to all the nooks and crannies of the day…
and when i called to tell my mom of afore mentioned reasons for being so ticked at the world, she interjected to tell me of a dear family friend that passed.
boy do i feel stupid.
it’s a dish.
and fabric. that cost me a dollar.
perhaps i need a nook and cranny adjustment after all.
dear self,
get over yourself.
Sounds like a good reminder for me too.