Hey

  I had been cleaning all day today as well as managing paint mishaps that were occuring while my daughter painted her room, turquious blue, with her friends. I wanted to do something fun.  So when my husband got home we decided to go to dinner on the river.  We went out to Blue Gekko and sat outside.  It was really nice, breezy and cool.  Which is a nice change from the 105 degree weather we have been having lately.  The waiter came to take our orders.  I always like to interact with people, so I asked him what he would suggest.  He willingly shared his favorites and why he liked them.  Then I asked him what he would drink with that.  He gave me a few suggestions.  Then I had to decide whether I wanted lemon or lime with that.  “Lemon…no lime goes with Negra Medello, no lemon….no lime.”  He and my husband began making fun of my indecision.  Then he was off to get our drinks. Now  let me proceed by saying that we had been laughing and joking this whole time.  So when he came back with a lime in the neck of the bottle I looked at him and said, “I said lemon.”   Before I could reinforce my levity with a smile he yanked the lime from the bottle, threw it over the railing, into the river, and stormed off.  “I was KIDDING!” I said. to the already closed door.  I turned to my husband, “I was joking! He must be having a hard day.  I thought he would get it.”  I sat there feelling really bad.  When he got back all was explained and everything turned out fine.  But it reinforced my new found insecurity that people do not alway understand my intentions.  I used to think that we were all on the same page.  We all understood each other.  Oh, I was so wrong.  My fun was someone elses annoying.  “Sorry Danny at Blue Gekko”  I will try and be on your page next time.