The Best Laid Plans......

Greg was going to take my car to work this morning to have the window fixed. Seconds after he left the house, I heard him bellow out "F...!" I looked out the window to see what had happened. I saw him holding his head coming toward the house. The car door on my Jeep was still open. I ran out to the kitchen just as he stormed into the house ranting. "What in the world did you have a box on the front seat for? I was looking at it and got distracted and banged the door into my head." (blood was seeping thru the Kleenex he was holding to his forehead) And yes, you did read correctly, he was claiming I was at fault for having left a box on the front seat of the car. If I did not value my life as much as I do, I might have either burst out laughing or yelled back, "Are you insane?" Neither seemed appropriate, so I remained silent. His ranting continued as he stalked down the hall to the bathroom. He could not get the bleeding to stop. I asked him if he wanted a bandaid and after flipping out more, he huffily agreed. I ran into the bathroom and the only ones I could find were "Dora the Explorer" and "Littlest Pet Shop" Needless to say, the choices pushed him over the edge. Luckily, after scouring I did find some plain ones. He finally left for work........ When he got home tonight, he was actually laughing about it and admitted he had been insane.

This evening, after finishing up the dishes and putting away leftover food, I decided to mix up a pitcher of Crystal Light. As soon as I finished, we were going to watch a movie. I was really burnt and was living for the moment I could dive onto the couch. As I efficiently went to put the pitcher into the refrigerator, my finger caught in the stopper on the lid. In a slow motion moment of horror it slipped from my hand and bounced to the ground, spraying a half gallon of Iced Tea all over the floor. I am not sure what I screamed out, but I do recall kicking the pitcher. Greg actually called out from his recliner, "How did you do that?"

Sweet Innocence

Yesterday I finally told Jackie about the littlest canary that had died a few days earlier. I had been waiting for just the right moment and I thought that I had found it. The look on her little face as I told her was absolutely heartbreaking! Her face got flushed and her eyes filled with tears. Her lips quivered and she struggled not to let out a sob. She stood there for just a moment trying to compose herself. With teary eyes and a shaky voice she finally asked, "Grandma, when I get to heaven will I see the little baby bird?" If you could have seen the hopeful, trusting look on her face.............. "Of course you will. He will be waiting for you on the gate as you go in." I answered. " Oh Grandma, that makes me soooo happy!" Her sweetness and utter innocence are so precious. I am bawling as I type this. What a wonderous blessing she is in my life.