"hate it"s

One of my biggest "hate it"s is when the kids bring home a flyer from school with misspellings. I'm not a professional teacher nor a professional proof reader and yet, I can catch those. And they bug me. It's like going to a work out class and the teacher is overweight.
I also hate it when people act like they have something to prove. Ironically enough, my sister tells me that this is one of my less endearing qualities.
I hate it when I try to finish people's sentences rather than letting them complete their thought. I'm constantly working on this.
I hate it when Dr Johnson.....breaths. :P Sadly, he's my Stake Pres. I should be working on this too.
I hate it when people disappear for a half hour smoke break.
And just to find a stopping place, I hate it when people tattle. Kids and Adults.

Mill End

Today I revisited one of the favorite stores from my youth. Mill End Fabrics. It is a warehouse of fabric. It is 32 years old. It is in a run down part of town. A part that seemed like a completely remote location when I was 7, but has now been absorbed into the city. I had to call my mom to find out what street to take, and then found it quite easily. The kids and I went to pick some fabric for Christmas presents. It felt similar to going home and taking the kids to see where I grew up. I don't really know how often I went there with my mom, but it obviously made a big impression on my young mind. I hope it made a good impression on my kids. I hope they ask to go back some day and look around some more. An entire world of fun fabrics.