At The Very Least, Flattering

I might not have everything I want in life, but I do have a guardian angel. Sadly it rained/snowed last night leaving the streets a little dicey. Everyone was driving slow enough, but when the car in front of me suddenly hit a patch of ice, there was not much I could do but try to stop as quickly as I could. Inches from the other car my tires locked up and I closed my eyes, braced for impact and silently prayed, “Please stop.” Miraculously, mere centimetres from the car worth at least twice of mine, my car came to a stop.

Now we both weren’t going that fast, and had our bumpers have hit, it wouldn’t have been such a big deal, but the last thing my car needs is an inverted bumper, and I am sure my all metal car would have done more damage to the newer car.

So not exactly a parting the Red Sea miracle, but it’s still nice enough to know someone cares about me.

I know our winter driving skills will return to us, but would be horribly bad if I decided to just stay home tonight?

The weekend, like always, went by much too quickly. Friday, the Three Musketeers celebrated Mr. Gary’s birthday and Saturday started with a well deserved and needed hair cut. Saturday night brought our ward Christmas party and other strange happenings.

Now I love the entire Book Club. They really are great girls. But I wasn’t about to spend the evening sitting at an all girls’ table. I pulled Jenny to an empty table at the front of the gym and we waited to see who would fill the empty seats around us.

Nervously we waited for a while until finally a girl in our ward, and her brother sat with us. Now for all of you who remember my Preference survey, this is the same brother I was planning on going to Preference with me, before, out of the blue, I asked Internet Boyfriend.

The Brother and I had a fantastic night, sharing little jokes and flirting up a storm. Everything was looking much more than promising, until the sister got involved. Once the sister pointed out what was just beginning and made countless comments about what a great couple we would make, the once interesting evening was suddenly falling flat. While not a complete bust, the evening definitely lost momentum, and all thanks, or at least I like to think, to the sister stirring up our mix.

I realized no brother wanted his sister getting involved in his pursuits. (Yes, I am planning on remembering this lesson once Eric gets home.) I’m not sure what might have happened had the sister carried on as usual, but at least I am now aware that there are other, non-hockey watching, options out there.

Wishing I had brought something to eat today. Counting the minutes until today is over. Grateful for open windows despite closed doors. Thankful for all I have.

As Always,