Today I got upset by a comment by a co-worker who was "slamming me" to the boss, but then I decided not to let it show.
I popped in some chewing gum and started singing!
(I heard a follow up comment under her breath later, but I chose to ignore it)
When I got home, Mr. W had made a special trip to a small store and bought a new set of salt and pepper shakers, of all things. Nice tall, wooden ones.
I asked him what had prompted him to buy the set of shakers. He said, and I quote, "The wooden ones let the crap pour out easier than the glass ones. It gets stuck in the glass ones for some reason."
I smiled, but he didn't know why.
I am just glad I have a set of wooden shakers in my soul, so the crap will pour out better.
The end.



