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December 11, 2008



yeah. it's always the "small stuff".

like, somebody HAS to do all these bloody dishes. it's driving me nuts. i need to get a flatmate or something so i can shout at someone instead of sitting here doing something, anything, more interesting.

Earl Mardle

My wife has this little mantra, "there is no such thing as a trivial issue".

And its amazing how often dealing with a small thing turns into a bigger and more important one.

The cousin above with the bowel cancer is known in the family for being totally laid back, except that, late in the period of nursing her mother she let oput that if the old lady died the next day she would NOT go to the funeral.

I tend not to sweat the small stuff and I have to keep reminding myself that my wife is right about this.


actually: you're BOTH right. the two truths are not exclusive.

jeff paul portal

well Earl i must encourage you for sharing such a thing .

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