One Born Every Second
A sucker, that is. On September 26, 1971 around 8 a.m., the world was bestowed with the biggest sucker of all - me. I DO know how to say no and I use that word quite often, thank you. I'm just a push-over for things that sound like such a good idea that I don't stop to think about what else I might have going on in my life.
I ran into a friend who I don't know all that well at the grocery store today. She listened patiently to my ranting and raving, " . . . I have a million things to do right now and one day to get them done. Why did I say that I would do xyz?!" Her response, "Because you're a sucker." Well shut my mouth. She hit the nail on the head. Of course, she said this in jest - well, half-jest because we both know it's true. How I treasure honesty. I think I love her now.
I'll be out of pocket the next few days but I'll write more soon. And if you didn't think so before, you'll really think I'm a sucker when I tell you what I've roped myself into now! To be continued . . .
I ran into a friend who I don't know all that well at the grocery store today. She listened patiently to my ranting and raving, " . . . I have a million things to do right now and one day to get them done. Why did I say that I would do xyz?!" Her response, "Because you're a sucker." Well shut my mouth. She hit the nail on the head. Of course, she said this in jest - well, half-jest because we both know it's true. How I treasure honesty. I think I love her now.
I'll be out of pocket the next few days but I'll write more soon. And if you didn't think so before, you'll really think I'm a sucker when I tell you what I've roped myself into now! To be continued . . .
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