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Caution: There’s foul language in this post.
I never know what Mr. Groovy is going to say when he writes self-flagellation posts. I get very nervous that he may share some pretty weird sh*t. Since I’m more emotionally repressed about exposing my flaws, I’m forcing myself to take a stab at a self-flagellation post. Not to be outdone—Mr. Groovy is chiming in from the peanut gallery.
Okay, no time like the present. Here goes.
I have weird hair
It’s red, thick, and heavy—a stylist’s dream but it’s my nightmare. No matter what haircut I get, long or short, I’m never happy. I have to flat-iron the crap out of it every day (and sometimes more than once) to avoid looking like I just escaped from prison. When we take our two mile walk in the park I sweat—a lot. And my lovely hair frizzes up so much that not even a baseball cap can contain the poof. [Mr. Groovy: Really, how many times do I have to tell you in the car to move that Bozo head of yours when I’m making a left turn!]
I’m a menace in the kitchen
I never put gadgets back in the same place. Half a dozen kitchen drawers and it’s always a guessing game. [Mr. Groovy: Can’t you put the one spatula I use for my hamburgers back in the same drawer? Are you sure you have a master’s degree? It’s not that HARD Mrs. Groovy.] When I wash, dry and put away dishes I clank all over the place. [Mr. Groovy: Here comes the crashing of the plates!] I also love coffee and like to experiment with coffee-making. But I once burned myself badly using the inverted method of making coffee with an Aeropress. [Mr. Groovy: I told you to stop playing with hot water.]
I’m a homebody and a procrastinator
Sometimes it takes a village to get me out of the house or to go on vacation. I like my home and my creature comforts. Ask me to do something and I normally don’t say “yes”, I say “let me think about it.” We still haven’t celebrated our anniversary, our 5,000 Twitter followers, or my birthday, partly because either one or both of us have been sick. But since it’s my turn to choose our vacation destination this year—we’re going to Montana! [Mr. Groovy: Let’s live a little, woman! We’ve got 20 years of good health left before we can look forward to someone wiping our asses.] Glacier National Park has been on our bucket list for quite some time. As a bonus, we get to meet Ms. Montana and her family!
I’m fidgety and I talk too much
On those rare occasions I go to bed before Mr. Groovy, I kiss him good night before I head upstairs. And he invariably blurts out, “Why are you kissing me now? You’ll be up and down at least three more times.” I also talk to him at inopportune times, like when he’s writing or getting ready for bed—or watching a documentary. Then I may ask him about what just happened in the film and he’ll say, “I couldn’t hear it. SOMEBODY was talking!”
And I don’t just shoot the breeze—usually I’m reminding Mr. Groovy of the emails he hasn’t answered, comments he hasn’t replied to, or sympathy cards he hasn’t made out since he’s the card-writer in the family.
My latest kick is telling Mr. Groovy to get off the sofa. I began using the Stand Up! app a few weeks ago and programmed it to remind me to get off my butt every 40 minutes at night. Now when I see Mr. Groovy sinking into the sofa like he’s become an extension of the cushion, I ask him, “How many hours has it been since you moved? Do you want to get a blood clot?” And he’ll reply, “Here comes the five-minute Mrs. Groovy Lecture. I don’t see you doing any pull-ups with me.” Then I’ll say, “But not doing pull-ups won’t kill me. Sitting on the sofa for hours will.” [Mr. Groovy: You’ve got an answer for everything, don’t you, Queen of the Harpies.]
I’m Impatient
Once Mr. Groovy and I were in the car stopped at a red light. When it turned green, the woman at the wheel of the car in front of us neglected to move. So we waited. And waited. Finally, I burst out, “C’MONE, Grandma with the cigarette!!!” Mind you, she couldn’t hear me, but Mr. Groovy was a bit incredulous nonetheless. Because somehow I managed to insult her three ways in one sentence—I cast aspersions on her driving skills, her age, and her smoking. [Mr. Groovy: You were in rare Mrs. Groovy form that day.] But that was a few years ago and I think by now, North Carolina’s southern graces have taught me to be more patient. I no longer sigh, make faces, or tap my foot when I’m on line at the supermarket or post office. But I still need a lot of improvement. [Mr. Groovy: No argument from me.]
I Get Too Angry
While living in New York Mr. Groovy and I once had a huge argument about how to proceed with a legal matter. The management of our homeowners’ association broke the lock on our storage unit and authorized a neighbor to make it his own. They told him he could take or dump all the contents. Management mistakenly believed the unit was abandoned by someone no longer living in our building.
It was a very upsetting time. We were able to get back some of the more valuable things the neighbor kept, like a $500 vase that was a wedding gift. The neighbor also fully cooperated and provided a statement saying he tried to convince management the items belonged to someone—but they wouldn’t hear of it. So he kept what he liked and threw out the rest, including Mr. Groovy’s hockey equipment and all my old memorabilia. I lost a photo of Jimmy Smits and me in a college play that can’t be replaced, or located through any college friends on Facebook.
I was livid, fit to be tied, and in total MAKE THEM PAY mode. I had no doubt whatsoever that we were going to get a few thousand dollars for our belongings and for damages. (We did.) Mr. Groovy wasn’t as sure and remained very calm and very tentative. Finally, I shouted at him “Why aren’t you getting mad?” And he said “Oh, you want to see me get mad?” And in once second flat he punched a hole in our bedroom wall.
So not only do I get angry, I get other people angry.
But most of the time I’m angry about nonsense—silly crap like spam phone calls and people ringing the doorbell at dinner time to sell me something. Or when I find out I’ve been overcharged for a nothing doo-hickey expense. Mr. Groovy will tell me that I’m OR-ing (over-reacting) and to get over it. [Mr. Groovy: And I’m usually right.] A minor annoyance can ruin my day—although I’ve been making a real effort the last six months not to sweat the small stuff. [Mr. Groovy: You are? I hadn’t noticed]
But sometimes a bit of anger is warranted—like just last week when Mr. Groovy published his post about his inaugural episode of “Talking Trash with Mr. Groovy”. At 8:00 on the morning the post was scheduled to publish (at 8:50), he gave me the go-ahead to proof it—I get final edit and veto power. I logged into WordPress, opened his post, and went completely batsh*t crazy. This is basically what he wrote:
Not a great first attempt at vlogging but here it is. Enjoy this piece of crap.
That’s it, seriously. No setup, nothing about why he decided picking up trash was a good fit for him in retirement. He wrote no intro—he just plopped out two sentences and showed no pride, no joy at all. So what’s a good wife/co-blogger/editor to do? I called him on it. I said “THIS is how you’re going to introduce a project you’ve been talking about for weeks and months?” And do you know how he responded? He whined, “I’m T-I-R-E -D.”
Well, that got me even crazier. Then the yelling began. “I don’t CARE if you’re tired. You’ve been building this up to Ty and Fritz and Claudia and Ms. Montana and Joe Saul-Sehy—either fix it or trash it!”
To set the scene further—the previous night Mr. Groovy spent more than 3 hours trying to edit his 4 minute piece of crap for his vlog debut. And he was in a MOOD. His editing tool didn’t recognize the MP4 format from his phone he used for the video, and I don’t know what the hell else was going on because I was downstairs staying out of his way. But every 20 minutes or so I asked if he needed help and he grunted “no”. He wanted to be left alone.
At one point I thought, “Wait a minute. Vloggers make millions of dollars off of their content on YouTube. There must be a way to edit directly in YT.” And sure enough I found posts, blogs and videos with instructions in less than five minutes. But by this time, Mr. Groovy had already put the video up on YouTube and was OK with it. He still needed to compose a short blog post to introduce the video but said he’d do it in the morning. And regarding the YouTube editor I told him about? He said, “Well, now we know for next time”.
Well Yahhh—now we know for next time because the “idiot” figured it out!!! Every time he does something the hard way I figure out an easier way but I’m always the idiot he doesn’t want to listen to. There’s a word for this—marriage!
Needless to say, the morning of his vlog debut he decided after all to rework his introductory blog post. Now “Talking Trash with Mr. Groovy” is OK for his first time out of the gate. [Mr. Groovy: Why is it that whenever you talk about YOUR flaws you end up talking about MY flaws?]
I have a potty mouth
I have a potty mouth and I’m not proud of it. And as you can see from the above, I’m guilty of directing my anger at Mr. Groovy. I have a few choice words I call him, especially when he does things he knows will annoy me—like touching our cat with his big feet, with his size 10½ SHOES on! I’ll yell at him “You idiot” and he’ll say “I’m just giving him love taps”. And then I slap him. Hard. Or Mr. Groovy will say “He likes it!” which absolutely infuriates me. So then I call him a jerk-ass and some other choice words I won’t say here. [Mr. Groovy: Jerk-ass is one of your better ones.]
Jerk-ass came into being when Mr. Groovy got me so frustrated one time, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to call him a jerk or a jack-ass. So jerk-ass came out of my mouth and it stuck. Oh, I know I don’t fight fair. Mr. Groovy doesn’t curse at me or call me names, except for Queen of the Harpies and Crusher of His Dreams. The latter is due to things I’ve put the kibosh on like him taking the wrong job or installing blue counter tops in our kitchen. [Mr. Groovy: Again, isn’t this supposed to be about YOUR flaws?]
Then there was the time we went shopping for a car. It was my first introduction to the wild world of used car salesmen. At one dealership the fellow was so slimy I just got up and walked out while he was mid-sentence. He was one of those typical “Tell Ya What We’re Gonna Do!” salesmen who ran back and forth to his manager “kicking and screaming” on our behalf to get the price down.
On our way home I was steaming and I referred to the slime ball as a “c*ck-sucking vulture.” [Mr. Groovy: That’s my girl. You’re really great at coining new insults!]
Final Thoughts
So there you have it—Mrs. Groovy, warts and all. I think my flaws are much worse than Mr. Groovy’s. As a matter of fact, I am known to say “He’s the nice guy and I’m the b*tch”. But I feel the personal finance community is helping me become a kinder person.
To quote Mr. Groovy—what say you? Am I a terrible person? What personal flaws are you trying to fix? Please let me know in the comments.
Wow, Mrs Groovy, I don’t think I want to get on the wrong side of you!
I laughed at the Grandma quote. The other day I was driving my sister-in-law through town, and we kept getting held up. I was waving my hands around and getting annoyed. & frustrated. She even asked me what my blood pressure was like!
I would have been just as frustrated as you if someone threw out my belongings! Quite understandable
My bark is bigger than my bite, LOL! Yes, that whole storage unit episode was very disturbing. I’m glad it’s in the distant past.
Thanks for stopping by, Erith! Watch your blood pressure!
I can be impatient and impulse, so I’m definitely working on that ALL THE TIME.
I have a new curse word for you: j-hole. I would get in trouble for swearing as a kid, so I made up my own. It used to make my mom laugh every time. And I may be known for my own potty mouth. LOL
J-hole is wonderful! I love it. C’mone, we spent an evening with you and Garrett and I didn’t even hear a “shoot” or a “dang” out of your mouth, let alone real potty language.
Eh you’re just human like the rest of us. Also, I like that you’re real. ☺️ So many finance bloggers pass themselves off as perfect. It’s really annoying.
You seem more human. 😄
Thanks, Lila. No, I don’t have all the answers. Sometimes I don’t have the questions either.🤗 I’m far from perfect. I appreciate you stopping by!
Love it, Mrs. G! I too am a menace in the kitchen. Mr. MSD tells me to get out on a regular basis and I’ve learned to embrace that 😉 And wow, am I impatient too. That is a work in progress… Thanks for the laugh today!
Thanks, Vicki. I’m sure you and I could terrorize a kitchen together. You? Impatient?
Sounds like you are being a little hard on yourself. It sounds to me like you have a BIG personality. Would you be able to write this long of a post about all your positive qualities?
I also struggle with being patient. Our 7 month old is definitely helping to teach me though.
Thanks for your kind words, Grant. Hmmm…good question. I’m not sure if I could write this long of a post about my good qualities. That might take some thought.
I’ll bet sweet little Brooke is teaching you many things. Lucky you to be surrounded by two gorgeous girls. You’re in the Raleigh area? We’re looking for land in a rural spot close to Wake Forest.
I am a very lucky man!
We are actually in Cary but I work in North Raleigh. Very nice area. Fair number of my coworkers live in Wake Forest. I’ll ask if they know of anything.
We’re looking for 2-3 acres not in a subdivision with minimal restrictions. Zebulon, Louisburg, Wendell are some areas we’ve been watching and we may check out Middlesex and Bailey. Thanks!
Now I know why we get along so well, Mrs. Groovy. I’m consistently working on my transformation, but my husband and kids have been heard many a time telling someone that I “pulled a Carrie Heffernan” (from King of Queens) on someone that did me wrong. It comes from growing up in the rough part of town, I think. Every once in awhile the “East Side” in me comes out. Luckily, I’ve tried to pass some of the better East Side qualities (like the ability to look at someone with the “I’m going to TAKE. YOU. DOWN.” look in my eyes if they mess with me, and making them run away crying) to the kids, but leave the not-so-good parts of the East Side back in the ghetto where they belong. 🙂
I totally pull a Carrie ALL THE TIME but at least most of my Brooklyn accent has faded. And Mr. G is nothing like Doug (he’s never gone to the hospital for stapling himself you-know-where).
My transformation is slow going but I’m trying. I can’t wait to meet you and Rick one of these days! Thanks for all of your support.
Hahahahaha! LOVE that episode!! That, and the one with the mold guys. She really gives them the biz at the end. 🙂
YES, we have to meet!! We can go cause some ruckus down in the cities, old(er) white ladies actin’ all tough. 😉 My red-haired, curly-haired Madelyn would love to talk hair with you. 🙂
OMG you folks are a riot! I can just see the back and forth right now. Has Mr. Groovy ever tried petting the cat again with his shoes sense you slapped him hard?!
Haha I’m still rolling. About time we grab lunch again, huh?
Yes, he still does it all the time. And it’s probably because he’s so sunk back into that sofa cushion that he’s too stiff to bend down and pet Groovy Cat. Mr. G does all these pull ups, squats and bear crawls but he’s stiff as a horse. I keep telling him to stretch, but what do I know — I’m just the idiot.
Lunch would be great! Also, think about this — Mr. Groovy picking up litter with the bevy of Swans (I looked it up; that’s one name for a group of swans!) And the babysitting offer still holds. Lucy just needs to give me a refresher on changing a diaper.
We’re not above picking up some litter! Plus, anything to wear out the little cygnets (young swans…)!
Tht sounds like a great holiday plan: a bucket list item, great outdoor nature and meeting another inspiring blogger…! Woot Woot, nice one!
My flaw is that I can be a little “rude” when I am in flow mode and someone needs my attention. We now have ritual in place to help us out. fingers crossed
I hope you share the ritual if it works! Some people have an abrupt style that can be misconstrued for rudeness. But that’s in the eye of the beholder so whatever we can do to improve how we make others feel is a good thing. Thanks for stopping by.
There must be a genetic relationship between behavior/personality and hair type. I have thick, red, frizzy hair and very personal characteristics… moody, impatient, easy-to-blow-a-fuse (I think your husband deleted my comment the other week.. let’s see if this one makes it!), and I don’t like going out much. Briggs says I’m INTJ, are you? It’s pretty unusually, even more so for women.
I haven’t done the Briggs test in years but I wouldn’t be surprised if it came up with that. Although Mr. Groovy says I should have been a lawyer since I can argue him under the table.
You and I sound a lot alike!
“There’s a word for this—marriage!” Absolutely! I can definitely relate to the flaws and the back-and-forth between you both, although in my house Suzanne is the one with the potty mouth. We both get angry, but in different ways (although neither of us has punched a hole in the wall…yet). Rather than terrible people, you both sound like great characters, and a wonderful couple.
The hole in the wall was definitely an anomaly. He’s done nothing like that since (11+ years). I think Suzanne and I squared off against you and Mr. Groovy would be quite entertaining.
Oh my, you guys, I LOVE these posts! After Mr. Groovy’s, I started to write one of my own. It began “I was inspired by a recent post about Mr. Groovy’s flat ass and chicken legs”. I haven’t gotten much further, but now I have even more inspiration. Thanks, Mrs. Groovy!
I can relate to all of your “flaws”, except the hair. Mine is flat and lifeless, therefore always pulled back so I don’t have to look at it or deal with it. And I, too, have a potty mouth, but keep it in check on the blog and, mostly, around people I don’t know.
Thanks so much for sharing – made my day! 🙂
Do it! Do it! Mr. Groovy’s flat ass and chicken legs may become famous and now you’ve got my Bozo head. By the way, Bozo scared me when I was a kid. How ironic.
I’ve seen you on Skype. Your hair is not flat and lifeless. But that’s the thing — I don’t think there’s a woman on this planet who likes her own hair.
You? You seriously have a potty mouth? I never would have guessed.
Crusher of His Dreams….
Seriously, that’s funny. Love it.
It’s a great line, huh? Thanks, Ryan. Mr. Groovy and I are a pair.
Hilarious, and very self-aware, Mrs. Groovy!
Profanity can be therapeutic, effective and provide color and emphasis when used appropriately. When I bang my head on a cabinet, not an uncommon occurrence, I will spew forth a beautiful and accurate multi-syllabic, hyphenated expression of how I am feeling at that moment. Then I am done. I feel better and can go on with my life.
None of this makes you a terrible person in my eyes, but we haven’t met. If you like to mistreat puppies or orphans, or root for the Cubs for instance, then maybe my opinion would change.
Just kidding about the Cubs. I have met some Cubs fans that I like. 🙂
I think shouting the F word lowers my blood pressure because it usually clocks in at 100/70 during my medical exam, LOL.
I tend to say “F-in Sh*t” a lot when I bang myself – which is often. And I’m fair skinned so my black and blue marks turn purple and green! Thankfully Mr. Groovy is used to it and is well prepared with an answer in case someone thinks he’s inflicting the rainbow of colors on me.
No mistreating puppies or orphans. I’ve even become an insect whisperer and usually can get them to leave my house before it becomes necessary to kill them.
Thanks for the humor!
I’m in total agreement with the comments thus far. Vulnerability and acknowledging your flaws definitely makes you more likable. Plus I love the inside look at your marriage. I think you two could easily have a sit-com. Maybe that could be Mr. Groovy’s next YouTube project!
I’m afraid we’d put people to sleep. Much of this is only funny when you look back at it.
Thanks for stopping by, MSF!
Oh, it’s a huge relief to know that I’m not the only Kitchen Menace. I also tend to make quite a racket when I’m putting dishes away. I’m sure the neighbors wonder what the hell is going on in apartment #524.
And I’m a complete disaster when it comes to food prep. Even if I’m preparing something as simple as oatmeal, it looks like the aftermath of a tornado. I’ve heard Mr. Grumby say a few times, “Whoa! What happened here?!”
Then there’s the near-dismemberment that occurs every time I chop vegetables. OMG! That’s not a red pepper … it’s Mrs. Grumby’s bloody finger!!
Thank you for this opportunity to collectively laugh at our foibles. :o)
Ahhh, yes, a Sister Menace! You had me laughing with the red pepper line, Mrs. G. Thank you.
Yep I’m that way with oatmeal too. So much counter space, yet it’s no match for a whirling-dervish in the kitchen.
Man, I love you two! So many similarities to you Mrs. G. You are in no way a terrible person!
I talk (okay maybe yell) at other drivers way too much, although I’m getting a bit better. I wonder if I’ll ever have real patience, and I’ve been known to smush a couple of words together for effect. Better not get into the hair thing here.
So looking forward to meeting you both someday!!
I can see you’ve got the wavy thing going there with your hair, Amy. But I don’t think you use a flat iron. I really don’t look anywhere close to normal without one.
You certainly write like you have patience! I bet you’re a lot more patient in person than you think. I hope I get to find out!
funny! thanks, sounds very familiar…..like the last 22 years. So how do you fix something that lasted so long??? You don’t, 😂 you just roll with it. And start the dream crushers and killers of joy club.
Killers of joy club, now that’s good! My rant probably sounds familiar to lots of couples but not all of them make it to year 22. Congrats!
Thanks for reading and commenting.
I think we all have a little jerk-ass in us sometimes. 🙂 My wife and I affectionately refer to each other as dummies. Do others think it strange I’m sure, but it’s our thing.
I’ve been working on my patient. I try not to let things outside of my control upset me. Like the jerk-ass on their phone at the green light in front of me.
Jerk-ass just fits so many situations. It’s hard not to use it. It just rolls off the tongue. Dummies is cute too. As long as you use it affectionately!
Patience is tough for many people — but in NY traffic?
That’s patience of a totally different kind.
This is awesome! Mrs. G, I think we were twins separated at birth (except for the hair color). Thanks for the laughs and I so very much hope that we meet in person someday soon. I also think our husbands will have a lot to bond over 😉
That’s a nice thought. I don’t have a sister! I hope we all meet too. Watching the guys together while you and I yap away would be lots of fun, Julie.
I used the word “bastard” in my newsletter subject line and 15 people unsubscribed. =) With my conservative friends, I refer to it as “culling the rif raf”. If my little quirks are SO offensive, you all better just leave now. =)…like thinking the word bastard is funny.
That being said, I thought this post was hilarious! I think you outdid Mr. Groovy! Which is a feat in itself. Can’t wait for you all to visit!
Really? 15 left over that? A tough crowd! Oh well, their loss.
That’s a huge compliment saying I outdid Mr. Groovy. Thanks! We’re sooo looking forward to meeting you.
Excellent!If the word “bastard” causes a few overly-sensitive or self-important weasels to unsubscribe, then good riddance! They can use the time freed up by not reading your newsletter to get over themselves. 🙂
“bastard” IS a funny word, and useful.
This is GREAT! I, too, have a potty mouth. I curse like a sailor! …no offense to any sailors out there 🙂 You’d never know it on the blog though, because I try to clean it up. In person, eff it, the gloves come off. Thanks for sharing!
No! You’re like an Ivory Soap Girl on your blog. Glad to hear the gloves come off in person! Thanks for commenting!
Great post, I definitely laughed out loud. As for flaws, my biggest one is taking a step back to breathe and enjoy things. I’m just always moving and doing. It drives Mrs. FTF crazy.
That’s me, too. Fidgety.
Glad I made you laugh. Thanks for stopping by!
I like you more now
Thanks, Othala. I’m glad!
Note to self: for the love of God, do not upset Mrs. groovy should you ever have the chance to meet her. (Repeats three times). 😂😂😂
I love it! The social-sanitized, fake, pretentious, Pinterest-perfect world we get inundated with these days with makes me appreciate real people like you even more, Mrs. G!
And that guy with the skis for feet up in the peanut gallery ain’t so bad either! I genuinely hope my path crosses yours one day. It’d be an honor to meet you!
“For the love of God” — that’s so funny, Ty. And I’m going to have to remember that “skis for feet” comment.
When Mr. G worked in government. he’d wear his town-issued boots into the ground. He could have gotten another pair anytime, but you know, why do that? The boots were so misshapen, I started calling them his “Popeye” shoes.
OMG, I literally laughed out loud in my office reading this wonderful banter between the two of you.
You two are wonderful, flaws and all.
Still smiling in Georgia. My boss probably thinks it’s because I love it here. He’s wrong.
It’s because I love The Groovies. Great talking with you last night. I’m looking forward to picking up garbage with you next month!!
It was a blast talking with you too. Thanks for being our friend! I’m glad we could make you laugh at work. That’s always good.
This post is so real! It’s not easy to accept your flaws and show them to other people. But you have done just that. No one is perfect. Mr. Groovy must be happy with you for a reason. 😉
Aww thanks, Ms. FAF. You’re right. No one is perfect. Mr. G and I are both happy with each other.
You’re definitely not a terrible person. And I love that you keep Mr. Groovy in line. Think of all the great posts that have come out of that?? As readers we appreciate it 🙂
I, too, am really impatient and get annoyed easily. The little things can be really frustrating sometimes. I’ve been trying to work on it but people can be so annoying!
If only people could stop being annoying! Poor Mr. G, he has to put up with me. Even though I keep him in line, I’m no prize.
Thanks for commenting, Kate!
You sound exactly like the type of gal I like to hang out with. Besides our similarity in hair (mine brown with its own zip code), I have a terrible potty mouth. I half ass tried to fix it but it didn’t take…eh, who the f*ck cares?! My mom loves me and that’s all the matters. 😉 As for my BF, he loves me too but is also partial to calling me a Dream Crusher and Killer of Joy. 😂 Perhaps we need to start our own club?!
We most definitely sound like Hair Sisters. I know you’ve mentioned yours in posts (or comments on others — maybe Tonya?)
I like “The Dream Crushers” because it sounds like one of those all-girl singing groups. Club, club, club!
Bahaha! You’re not a terrible person, Mrs. Groovy. 🙂 If anything, it takes a lot of self-awareness to acknowledge your flaws and talk about them oh-so-publicly.
Thank you, Mrs. PP. I think you and other readers are very forgiving!
My two favorite lines from this post have to be “C’MONE, Grandma with the cigarette.” and Mr. Groovy calling you the “Crusher of His Dreams.” I LOL’d and I’m sure the people around me are wondering what I am doing 🙂
I am trying to work on becoming more patient. I have a tendency to want things done correctly immediately and I get impatient when I have to wait for ANYTHING.
But I’m still working on it 🙂
Thanks, MSM! Mr. Groovy likes those two lines, as well. Even Groovy Brother-in-Law has called me the Crusher since Mr. G mentioned it at a family gathering — so nice of him!
I’m with you on wanting things done correctly and immediately. At least we’re aware of it.