Some people are soooooo annoying. And some are sooooo nice. Then there are those whom I find to be soooo amusing.
I volunteer to do a newsletter for a group I belong to, and of the approximately 120 recipients, there have been a few cranky people who've found it necessary to pitch a fit at me because something is not to their liking. The most recent e'd me her complaint in BOLD CAPS with multiple exclamation points!!!!, After I responded with my explanation hoping to help her see why I do what I do, she returned a message telling me I am inconsiderate and rude. So annoying. I'll refrain from showing her what I consider inconsiderate and rude.
We have a new batch of snow this morning -- about three-and-a-half inches. Heavy, wet snow. I grabbed a cup of coffee and tried to decide what I should do about that. Shovel? Probably. Put my boots on and trudge up to the studio to finish a quilt I need to send out today? That would be the most likely scenario, seeing as how my car won't go uphill for beans in snow. I looked out the window, and what do I see? A fellow we know had already come and plowed my driveways and cleared a path to the mailbox for me. He's been doing that for us ever since our oldest son died several years ago. He says he promised Andy he'd "take care of Pops" -- and apparently he intends to keep that promise. So nice.
I am proud of myself for being able to manage two bottles with one hand so I could snap a photo with the other.