I have been asked before what makes me really mad, and I am never sure what to say. I mean there is the obvious big and important things like people getting hurt, etc. etc. But when it comes to the little things that get my ire up, I don't have much of a list. In fact, all I could think of is when I can't get a jar open. That really ticks me off. But now, we have item #2...when part of a clothing drawstring burrows its way back into the item and has to be fished out.
This happened yesterday on the hood of one of Daniel's sweatshirts and I thought that I was going to spit. Trying to wheedle that thing back out really sparked my temper. You would think that such anger would make me put it aside for awhile to get a cooler head, or leave it for Daniel to figure out, but it appears that when I get angry, I get stubborn. I was determined that I was going to get that drawstring back out if I had to sit there until the sun went down. Thankfully, God took pity on me and it only took 13 minutes. I can't believe how irritated that sweatshirt made me. I wanted to yell angry things at it or throw it across the room or twist it into a big knot, but I was too afraid that I would lose the ground that I had already made, so I held tight to the burrowed drawstring and kept working. I did finally get it out and back the way that it should be, but boy were those some heated moments.
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