I had the oddest experience last night.
I had a meeting in our home - The officers of the a local high school sports booster group came over for an organizational meeting. I'm friendly with three of them, and the fourth one, I'm sorry to say, usually drives me batty. I don't know if she feels the same way about me, although I don't think so because she says whatever comes to her mind...loudly...never holds back a bit.
Anyways, they came into my house and one of the group immediately said, "Oh, you cross stitch! L. is a cross stitch fanatic!" Normally I'd be so happy to meet another stitcher that I'd bubble over, sharing favorites and freebies, but last night I felt a very immature "You're freakin' kidding me" coming on. But I swallowed it and said, "Oh, neat." And that was it.
Now! What the heck is wrong with me? Good Lord, I can be such a snob.
I could have used that common ground to build a more positive relationship with her and I acted terribly.
Will one of you come over here and smack some sense into me?