Impatience VS Serenity

I have never been a patient person. When I am in a rush (which is generally my fault to begin with... unless I am waiting for mom and dad...) I am the person standing behind you in a long unmoving line shifting from foot to foot and letting my breath out in loooooong sighs. I am the person constantly checking my watch in the most obvious way I can in the hopes someone will see me and hurry themselves along. I am also the person craning my neck to see exactly who it is that is slowing the line down and wasting my time. I admit it. Not many people would I guess, but I am.

When I am not in a rush and feeling like time is wasted every second I am at my most serene. I drive the speed limit (honest!), I find things to look at while I am waiting in line, and I smile at the person in line behind me who is huffing and sighing impatiently. Generally on these days my plans include nothing more than drinking a nice hot cappucino or a really cold beer at my leisure, sitting with Charmin on my lap and Farley at my feet, and a good movie or a good book to occupy my time.

There are even days when these two people are as one. Like right now. I am sitting watching Love Actually (Great movie! Ever seen it?) and drinking one of my last remaining Budweisers with Farley at my feet and Charmin curled up next to my fat cat Nonnie. Cute eh? However, my best friend was to arrive from Saskatchewan on Thursday and now it is Saturday evening and I haven't heard a word. I hope everything is alright! What if she missed her train!!?? She wants to go Christmas shopping, but I am doing some of it tomorrow. She will be upset with me for not waiting though...

I am out of beer... Damn.