It's gets worse. I started the day crabby. Who gets up and gets started so early? No I won't reveal the time we left the house. One man's early is another man's late (in this case woman). We were so very fortunate and blessed--our amazing son-in-law, Bobby, who had many other things to do, drove us to the airport--in his wonderful, comfy van.
As we were about to get on the plane, Luke told me that we weren't going to stop between flights. And I got mad. I hate non-stop flights. For many reasons, some reasonable and some just plain spoiled me reasons -- no Starbucks coffee. Let's say that I wasn't nice to Luke. My inner dialogue was angel vs devil. Let's say that the angel didn't win this time.
My only claim to a good deed is that I would have been even crabbier. Oh yes.
Then my good angels arranged for a special blessing for me. The plane had to wait for a large group of passengers who would be late. I got to get my Starbucks and People magazine, and still get back to the plane in plenty of time.
Revived, I was extra sweet to Luke, but I can't call that a GD. I call it extra angel dust that brushed off on him.
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