My son taught me that shoe leather doesn’t taste very good
February 1, 2007
Sometimes I tend to let my mouth do its job before my brain has a chance to intercede. You know how it goes. You get all fired up and blast someone or something and after a while you wonder if maybe you were too harsh, too tough or too judgmental? Of course you don’t because my readers are awesome and well spoken and polite. I know you are! However, I do know the feeling all too well because I tend to live on a diet of shoe leather.
I was ranting to my husband about something another person did and said and really just ripping into this woman. I felt justified even though the slight was not against me but against a friend of mine. I had been “bitten” by this friend before and therefore took it personally as if I was once again the object of spite. As I ranted and insulted this woman, my son asked me why I was angry. I told him that a friend of mine was having things said about her that were not nice and that it wasn’t fair. I explained that it made me mad since I had been in that position.
He looked at me for a minute and said, “But aren’t you doing the same thing right now?”
*crickets chirping*
Nope. Shoe leather does not taste very good. Just so you know.
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