The Small Stuff.

I went to McDonalds this morning to buy a diet coke because we're out. (Yes, I'm that person.) I forgot to ask for no ice, and they said they could bring me one if I pulled forward. (Still that person.) I pull forward, and a few cars go around me and someone else is asked to pull forward. I pulled up a bit more so she could have more room. So, this big ol' truck is behind the lady. He lays on his horn, whips around her and yells, "Move your bitch car, whore!" I drive a prius (that person again), so I'm assuming the bitch car was me because.... it is. 

I initially was confused, then I got angry. Why would someone make a comment like that about someone who had been asked to pull forward at McDonalds? They have an area specifically for that. I didn't choose for him to get in his enormous vehicle and go through a drive thru during a morning rush. And who yells at people in the McDonald'd drive thru?? 

Then, strangely enough, I became introspective. Lately I have been getting angry about random things that I have really no reason to be angry about. I get frustrated with my husband for things that aren't his fault or aren't anything to get upset about. I don't think I get to the degree of the dude in the truck, but sweating the small stuff just isn't worth it.

So thanks, douche. You helped me come to a realization that will help me be a better person.  

In other news, Ingrid has her first cold. She hates it when I wipe her nose, and her little cough makes me sad.