Heroes of the dayWritten by hootenannie on July 17th, 2009
Julie: right before she kicked some serious booty on the GRE (not the GED, as I frequently refer to it), she sent me flowers at work yesterday. She is so thoughtful, I can’t even stand it. Julie Curtis is, perhaps, THE nicest person I know.
Like, when I come home from the gym and I’m completely, disgustingly sweaty, and she still insists on hugging me – which probably makes me way more uncomfortable than it does her… sort of like when someone else offers to do your laundry, and you’re like, “No, it’s okay,” and they insist, “No, it would be my pleasure!” and you say, “No, honestly, please don’t,” but they do it anyway, and you cringe because the nicest person in the world has now seen your literal dirty laundry – and they probably don’t even HAVE dirty laundry, because they’re the nicest person in the world.
That’s how Julie makes me feel. Minus the uncomfortable, awkward stuff. So, in a word: cherished.
Duane: even though he didn’t know the songs, he stepped in last-minute and played guitar for the songs at Neighborhood Group last night, leaving me with the stress-free job of just singing. He saved the day. AS USUAL. And let’s just say that his alleged “rusty” guitar playing eclipses my very best.
Handy Graham: when no one was home yesterday, he came to the JAM House, chopped up the gigantic tree limb that has been blocking our driveway for over a month, and stacked the wood out by our dumpsters. If you are a single girl living with other single girls, you KNOW this is heroic. As Mel said, “It makes me want to cry!”
Phil: moment 3:41. You are getting me through the day, Phil. You are getting me through the day.