Today, The Boss and I did what we really try to do for most of the major holidays... at least those that involve food and eating (okay, OTHER than the 4th of July!). We volunteer fto work in the Dining Facility and try to shimmy up to the serving line and get some eyeball to eyeball time, with those that are serving all of us. Since I normally get stuck trying to get young men and women to eat broccoli or peas with mysterious chunks of mushroom or onion, the last couple of times I've asked to work the floor, cleaning tables, bussing dishes, and talking to the troops and their families.
Today, right after a young lady introduced me to "Gabriel" from High School Musical (I think that's her name) ... I turned around and met a gentleman who asked me, "how are you handling the holiday stress?" I said ... Huh? (I've been known to utter similar phrases of genius when the guy with mirrored sun glasses asks, "son, did you see that red light?")
Turns out, he had no idea who I was... The one and only Maintenance Toad of the Realm of the Authors within the Kingdom Of SpouseBUZZ. Did I know how to handle holiday stress? Are you kidding? I have... YALL ... gazillions of folks reading SB, who are ready, willing, and VERY able to tell me when I need to fix my apple cart. (c:]
But I was curious ... who the heck was THIS guy? Turns out, he's an angel ...