I can’t stand it. There is no question that when virtues were handed out, patience was not in my hand. Everyday, first thing I do is check my email, hoping, dreaming, scheming that the long anticipated email containing the details of my future security will be awaiting me there. At this point I would settle for less than security, I’d go any kind of return that had a modicum of consistency. Not that I don’t love doing alterations, one of a kinds, and putting this and that together for the etsy store, BUT REALLY, isn’t there anyone out there who will pay me to sketch all day???? And the hilarity would never cease. . . . I’ve got eleven years of aspie stories ready to share.
Ahem, this mornings aspie moment (while watching some barnyard talking animals brainsucking cartoon). . . .
11 y/o Son: “Dad, I can see you and Mom have taken an interest in this show. It’s quite intriguing, isn’t it.”
Dad: “Um, . . . . . . . “
Back to developing patience.
