Feelings

 

Thank you so much for all your heartfelt comments.  Sorry for not responding to each, but lately my mind feels like it's in a blender set on puree.   I know of 13-year-old girls with more emotional maturity.   

So, lucky you get to read all about it!     

😝

Once upon a time in Central Alabama .....

We'd a few errands to run on the other side of I65.  Uncharacteristically, Tom was thoroughly enjoying himself -- in no hurry to go home.   About 10:30 -- the time I normally enjoy my big meal of the day -- my stomach began growling.  By 11, I was frantically searching my purse, the glove box for a breath mint, a fortune cookie. Nada.  12Noon we're standing in line at the Publix Deli for Tom's olive loaf.   Muttering expletives behind my mask.  He thinks it's funny.

By the time we got home my hunger had abated -- not so my upset.  In no uncertain terms I let him know I was HANGRY.

Obviously, the little spy that lives in the corner heard it all.   Yesterday, I had an e-mail from Amazon stating, "We think you might like this."

A few days ago I read something that had me corkscrewing myself into the ceiling.  Now, I should have just taken our Governor Ivey's advice: "If you can't say anything nice ...." and gone about my way.  No, I had to stew.  All the live-long day.
   

I felt it's tone condescending, but that's my perception.  Ever hear anyone say, "Perception is everything"?  That was a favorite of my former boss -- until the day someone challenged her, "Whose perception, Michele?"  Ha!

My personal Trifecta arrived Wednesday afternoon:  The email from American Airlines began, "Your flight has been canceled."

No, I'm not going anywhere.  Rather, Tom's daughter was to fly out yesterday for her dad's 80th birthday.  They've not seen each other for four years, and I've planned a party.

Given the winter storm advisory, no-one can fault the airlines for erring on the side of caution.  But neither should he have been so upset that after 90 minutes on hold, no reservations agents were available. "Your call is very important to us, please continue to hold .... ya-da-da-dah."

The only viable option was, Nanette would have to wait and fly a day late, travelling from Arizona to California, Texas to Alabama.  But nooooo!

When her dad broke the news, she informed him she didn't want to spend 10 hours travelling.  

I canceled the ticket, thanking God Tom had the presence of mind to buy a fully refundable fare.

Again, I should have taken a page from Governor Ivey.  Instead, caught up in the emotion, I sent a short, strongly-worded e-mail.

Ready for this?

Nanette responded, letting us know she booked a new ticket and is supposed to arrive Montgomery tonight at 11:01PM.  (I almost feel guilty, realizing she paid more than double for the last-minute airfare.)

So, our home's been deep-cleaned within an inch of its life; and God willing, tomorrow we'll be fixing to welcome friends and FAMILY for hickory-smoked brisket, pulled pork, camp stew and banana pudding.

Let the good times roll!

Hugs, Myra