Waiting

Well, waiting is certainly not my virtue. Why couldn't I be one of those laid back types of people that don't worry about anything. Instead I am constantly worrying about worrying. Sometimes I just get so tired of it. Anyway, today Monty is trying to get home for Christmas. I am so aggravated about him not being home, when he gets home I am going to be in a bad mood. He is all into flying in a private plane which would probably be okay if you had one paid for and had your instrument flight rating, but if you don't have those things then you are just a sitting duck. You may be able to fly somewhere but no guarantee you can get home because of a little cloud here and there. Hell-oooo planes fly in the sky and clouds frequent the sky, in fact that is about the only place you see them unless of course there is heavy fog on the ground. Anyway, I am aggravated about him not being home and worrying about being in a bad mood when he does finally get here.

My youngest son texts me last night, said his ear was red and hurting, what did I think it was? I told him ear infection, he says, how do you fix it? Really? So I get online because he says it feels like it is going to explode, find a ton of home remedies, which I am sure he didn't pick up last night when he got off work, then this morning he says, it isn't so bad. Men, I guess when he goes deaf in that ear he will want a cure for that also.

Hey, Merry Christmas!