You guys, I went to a music festival this weekend and was out late Friday and Saturday nights. We hosted Sunday lunch (instead of dinner) so we could make it to the last concert, but we pooped out. I said it was because we were old. The dude reminded me that when we were in our 20s we had fewer responsibilities and could sleep later to catch up. "And we still had days where we hung around like zombies." (Or something to that effect.) And it's true. Didn't have to get up and walk the dog. Didn't have to make a taco party for eight. Didn't have to clean a whole house, just an apartment (if we even bothered). Still, we think our days of music festivals are over. Anyway, it's the perfect day to talk about being irritated rather than about my (nonexistent) stitching.
SBQ from CinDC via Lee: This statement is irritating: "Oh, I don't have the patience for stitching/crafting." How do you respond when you get that kind of statement? What's the best response you've ever heard/seen?
It turns out I have talked about patience a lot in the past nine years of blogging:
In 2004, I talked about being the one in the family "who has no patience."
In 2005, "I went to the source of all important human knowledge, written in part by a man who perfomed autopeotomy, so you know it's got to be good, the Oxford English Dictionary" and thought hard about the word "patience." (If you're only going to click once, click here. Autopeotomy! C'mon, how many stitching bloggers talk about that?)
In 2010, I substituted "tenacity and dedication" for patience.