I’ll Have A Cup Of Hot Water With Lemon

I’m a nice person.

Very.

Sometimes people disagree.

Strongly.

Interestingly enough, those folks usually don’t know the definitions of the words “forthright” and “asshole.”

Luckily my friends do.

I’m pretty easy going, but not perfect. I have my crazy stuff. Anyone who has ever dined with me can tell you that.

I’m a stickler about a couple of things- Return my Tupperware (it ain’t cheap) and I don’t share food (I blame my brother for that one).

I’m generous.

Few people tip better.

I’ll gladly buy dinner if you’re broke.

Bring you a turkey sandwich when you’re down on your luck.

You order something and I’ll order something- we’ll share those meals.

But just don’t tell me you’re not hungry and then eat all my fries.

Ah Yes, Now I Remember

There is a way of being in the world that is elegant, kind, intelligent and fierce.

By watching my mother and grandmother I knew these qualities were not only attainable but sort of the whole point of this silly life. Regardless of whatever- you decide the person you will be. Only you. (I know, sorry.)

I try my best to live by example, but fall short at times. Okay, a lot actually.

When I forget and get caught up in the nonsense and noise, I pause and remind myself – I am the daughter of Connie. The granddaughter of Eleanor. And the greaaaaaaaat, greaaaaaaat granddaughter of the Queen of friggin Sheba.

I then exhale and proceed… until the next time.

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