My mother was always telling me that one of these days my mouth was going to get me into trouble.
Of course, as a kid, I never thought that mom knew what she was talking about.
Now that I’m older, I’m still quick to make a comment. My husband is the person to whom most of my comments I made. Last week, we were at our daughter’s house for dinner. From the moment we walked in until we sat down to eat, all we heard was her and her husband complaining about the HVAC system. They needed a new air conditioning unit before summer began. Their heating was inefficient, and the girls were always complaining about their bedroom being too cold. They needed a new furnace, but they wanted a furnace just like the gas furnace they had now, but they didn’t make them anymore. About halfway through the main course, I had enough. I turned to my daughter, and I told her that when she’s done complaining, she should call the HVAC company, because I didn’t want to hear it anymore. I turned to my granddaughters and started laughing with them. For the first time in her life, my daughter was speechless. Her husband said nothing for about 30 seconds and then he turned to my daughter. He said he had been telling her to call the HVAC company for the last three weeks, so maybe with your mom saying something, it will finally get done. I almost told my son-in-law that he could’ve made the phone call to the HVAC company if they had been complaining for the last three weeks, but I didn’t.