Yesterday, I got a new garbage can in the mail. And I am thrilled! It is from Ben and Ashley. When I visited them out in Washington state in December, we went to Ikea,and started hating our houses. I looked at trash cans, which were too expensive, and explained that it was hard to find one with the slide-top, rolltop thing instead of the swing-y one which swings onto the garbage that always seems to be filled to the top.
So, this big box arrives...I texted Ben, and he said it was for me, to open it. Yay! It makes me happy.
We have to get going soon here, but I thought I would put my feetsies up for a bit and rest, before the big basketball game. Syracuse and Duke, college basketball.
Okay, here's part of a conversation I had with my psychiatrist this morning:
Doctor: What brings you back again so soon?
Me: My feelings are hurt. My husband told me I was brilliant.
Doctor: Maybe he notices all the things you do, and really means it.
Me. But it was in reference to me forgetting to get a new Dump Permit, and a Parking Pass for today's game.
Doctor: I'm sure he really loves you and just reacted. Perhaps you should just take the advice you would give to anyone else, and fuggetabout it.
Me: But. But. I felt so bad. I mean, he didn't praise me for remembering to pay the taxes!
Doctor: Have you ever called one of your kids an idiot?
Me: Have you been looking in my windows?
Doctor: I think you need to take a good look at yourself lady, and stop being such a big baby. You know that if you feel sorry for yourself, you will give room to all sorts of bad thoughts. Why waste a perfectly good day being...offended?
Me: I am not offended! I am hurt! There is a HUGE difference.
Doctor: Just take this to heart, and have mercy on others when you see them upset by something someone else says.
Me: Well. I guess you are right. This IS the day that the Lord has made. And I am supposed to rejoice and glad in it. I certainly can't do that when I hold something against my husband. And he IS very cute....