Who cares if she was uber-rude and I ended up with a picture of her kids backside instead of a picture of my darling smiling daughter. In the end I can brush it all off and think generous thoughts. I can think about what a great view of the concert her kid now had... because before he was having to view it from front row ground level and now he could enjoy it from front row my face level. See, I'm good at this generous thought thing.
So what is it with this "spirit of the season" thing anyway? I mean... shouldn't we ALWAYS think wonderful thoughts about our fellow man? shouldn't we ALWAYS want to lift people up instead of punch them in their throats?
I mean... I wouldn't have felt nearly as guilty about wanting to take her down back in August right? August is a FINE time to want to maim your fellow man right?
But now I'm supposed to think wonderful thoughts about people who crowd the front row (even though they're a full foot and a half taller than the folks behind them)
Ahhh... 'tis the season for being a doormat...
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No really, so someone needs to tell me... is it possible to get into the "spirit of the season" when all of the little events (concerts/recitals/parties/etc...) are just causing more stress? At what point do I lock my family inside and force them to drink hot apple cider and sing O Christmas Tree at the top of their lungs?
really... I know... it's not my own photo (I'm hoping they don't mind so much since I told you where to find the doormat, there are LOTS of funny ones there!) but really... the only other option I had was to share with you the backside photo I got at the concert. You're very welcome.