For some reason, the DH and I were talking about friendliness.  Don’t remember why.  He said something, I gave him a weird look and said… Hey, I can be friendly.

He smirks and says, Your idea of friendly and other people’s idea of it are usually really far apart.

Okay, so I’m not Miss Congeniality.  But I can do it… right?  I thought?

I passed that little comment along to Lora Leigh yesterday.  We were in Lexington for a signing.  I told her what he said, and she just started laughing.  But oddly, I think she was snickering at the thought of me being friendly than anything else.

Sigh.  It’s hopeless.  Even when I try to be nice, I can’t do it.

And BTW, the next time I’m in Lexington, Kentucky on GAME DAY, I hope somebody is friendly enough to tell me NOT to wear red.