Daily Prompt: Toot Your Horn
Most of us are excellent at being self-deprecating, and are not so good at the opposite. Tell us your favorite thing about yourself.
First of all sorry for the day late post, I hit save draft instead of publish. A friend I hadn’t seen in several years, phoned and we had a limited window to meet over a coffee, while he was at the airport passing through.
Hmm, well I know how to play the viola, recorder, some piano and guitar, and have been told I am a fantastic soloist as a singer. In fact it has been suggested that I shouldn’t be near anyone else when I sing, so being solo is best. 🙂 Which means I won’t toot my horn, so to speak. However, I will describe what i think is my best feature.
I am a team player. I can flow from leader to follower with ease or vice versa. I believe that a group works best when all are allowed to participate, and contribute their uniqueness. Even in a relationship, I am a team player, believing that if both are working outside the home, both should contribute to the household chores. I will even share blame equally, and I hate to admit, might even allow someone else to claim credit for things going awry. This goes back to when my daughter was just learning to talk, mama, dada, were down pat and she was learning some new sounds. Of course my ex and I had decided to watch our language even more so long before our daughter was born, Till one day, I was getting a spoon for her cereal, and caught my pinky finger, in the drawer as I closed it. You guessed it the “F” word slipped out. Of course I turned to look at my little angel, hoping she hadn’t been paying attention, to my dismay I turned just in time to see her say the dreaded word. I had thoughts of joining the French Foreign Legion for 20 years at that point, as I was sure I would pay the ultimate price for this deed. I decided to ignore it hoping, it wouldn’t stick, after all it was a one time heard word. So feeding my little angel by the helicopter method, and keeping her busy eating was part of my plan, to allow her time to forget the sound. My wife came down to the kitchen a few minutes later, grabbed the coffee pot from the maker, and filled my cup, as well as her own, then for some inexplicable reason she turned the long way around to put the carafe back onto the coffeemaker. She clipped her mug, which sent it tumbling over the edge of the table, landing with a splash, and ouch as it hit her toe. Pulling her foot back from the hot coffee sharp pain from cup hitting her little toe, she caused the cup to fly into the cupboard, bouncing onto the floor with a smashing sound. The “F” word came out, which caused much the same look of horror on her face, as when I had uttered it moments before. Our little angel heard it, and of course had to repeat it, loudly. With a look of horror, my wife was no, no you can’t say that word, and all that other hopeful stuff. I made a comment about oh nice going, and ducked from the laser like glare I got back. Yes our angel picked the word up, and for several months my wife thought she was responsible, when I finally fessed up, I almost had to join the Foreign Legion, for my own safety.