I just cannot help myself. maybe I am bad to the bone...yes thats it...bad as! One of my borther inlaws was telling me a story about a converstaion he had had with my sister...(not his wife) another sister... the sister- that sister! The Social worker sister!...
Sometime back in a gathering he had said, without putting himself down...just in conversation "I'm just a bus driver." which he was. And happy about it...no self esteem problems there!
She looked at him with full, concerned blue eyes and said seriously and with "compassion",
"No Bruce, you are not just a busdriver. You are the bus driver"
We guffawed a bit...I mean what do they teach these flibbertigibberts?
When I told Don we both fell about laughing. You mean to say I am not just a "useless bloody cripple" I am "the useless bloody cripple"?
And I said "Right you are son!" as I scrapped of yet some more of his dinner off the walls... beating the wonder dog Thorn to it...he is getting a little chubby!
And I am not just a boring old hausfrau...I am "the boring old hausfrau" and proud of it.