I like to think I am a nice person. I am always polite. I let people in front of me in line. I say good morning to just about everyone. I follow all the rules, much to the chagrin of my rules-are-for-wimps husband. And I never, ever intentionally hurt someone’s feelings.
Sometimes at night, I lay awake, thinking about all my interactions during the day and usually fall asleep, pleased with myself that I didn’t flip anyone off or make someone cry. Well, I made CGMan cry that one time, but he was on hormones, so technically, that was not my fault.
Over the weekend, I had just such a night and tossed and turned with the agony of it. It occurred to me that I might have hurt the feelings of my little brother, the Coastie and new daddy. It’s been many, many a year since he cried because of me. Granted, he was a baby and I was trying to sing him to sleep, but it wasn’t something I was doing to purposely torture him. Goodness knows, the cat couldn’t stand it either! Between the two of them mewling and carrying on, it’s a wonder I didn’t develop a complex.
Anyway, I want to clear the air about my Coastie brother. I might have alluded to the fact that he doesn’t know what a life saving device is, even though he is in the Coast Guard. In his defense, he works on helicopters. If the item beside the front door of his shop was something to be shot out of a helicopter, I have no doubt he would have known exactly what it was and how fast it goes. I didn’t want you to think he wasn’t a good student of the Coast Guard. He is, and they’re lucky to have him. If it weren’t for his hard work on the helicopters, the ones who actually do the life-saving wouldn’t be able to do their jobs. Thanks, buddy!
He is also an expert on baby girls, baby geese and Lego's.
BTW, with my Coastie brother on the job, we haven’t lost a single coast. Semper paratus, Dude!!