I’m a problem-solver by nature — as soon as I’m confronted by an issue, my brain immediately rounds up the metaphorical troops and puts all available energy into finding a solution. Often this leads to creative solutions or hare-brained inventions, but occasionally I zoom right past the main issue and solve the wrong problem entirely.
Take this weekend, for example:
We had been invited out to a birthday party, where (as usual) I ate far too much and then topped off my excesses with a couple of delicious beers.
Showing superhuman restraint (if I do say so myself) I managed to behave like a polite adult the whole entire time we were in public. (Mark a big star on the calendar for Saturday November 24, 2018: “Diane acted like an adult ALL DAY today!”)
Well, okay, not all day; but most of the day…
Happy and relaxed in the car with Hubby on the way home, I let out a resounding belch and said, “’Scuse me.”
Hubby reacted not at all, neither to the original gross breach of etiquette nor to my subsequent lip service to politeness.
After a couple of beats of silence I turned to him and said, “I guess after belching loudly enough to register on the Richter scale, excusing myself is probably solving the wrong problem, isn’t it?”
He smiled and shrugged.
Thus encouraged, I finished, “…so next time I won’t bother excusing myself.”
And Hubby just laughed. (Have I mentioned lately how much I love him?)
And on another note: Here are some photos that have made me happy lately. They may not solve any problems, but maybe they’ll make you smile, too. (Click the photos to see larger versions.)
May all your problems be easily solved!
Book 14 update: Despite a busy week, I made it almost to the end of Chapter 34. All the threads are coming together now!