A Matter of Perspective

I saw an aquaintance this weekend and we had the following conversaton:

HIM: I saw you and Elie one day this week.
ME: Really? Where?
HIM: You were on so-&-so street. You were fighting with each other.
ME: ummm, no. That musta been someone else.
HIM: No- I’m certain it was you guys. You were arguing pretty intense… You were flailing your arms and everything.
ME: I have no idea what you’re talking about.
HIM: Yes. It was in the morning. Elie was in the car and you were standing outside the car at the window all mad…
ME: Β Wait. Every morning Elie drops me off at the bus stop on his way to drop the kids at daycare. After I get out of the car the girls and I blow a million and one air kisses to each other until Elie pulls away. Is that what you saw?
HIM: Oh. I guess that’s what I saw.

LORD, PLEASE GRANT ME A LIFETIME OF NEVER CONFUSING KISSES WITH FIGHTING.

This pic has nothing to do with the story, but the blurriness of her princess dress looked like kisses in the wind...

Love & Muchness, Tova


4 Replies to “A Matter of Perspective”

  1. Julia

    Your story just put smile on my face. !!!!!
    :), by the way the picture of Molly is Beautiful. She is such a cutie pie.

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    • Tova Post author

      Thanks Julia. I leave that in the morning to be a stress-case at work… somethings not adding up…. 😐

      Reply
  2. Heather Post author

    This is one of my favorite MUCHNESS stories! The person “HIM” may be the most “in need of finding the MUCHNESS of anyone!!!

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    • Tova Post author

      Im thinkin’ maybe his wifes the one in need of muchness… πŸ˜‰
      But I’m jokin… I like his wife… and it’s possible she reads this blog. πŸ™‚ haha!

      Reply

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