HUMBLEBRAG

I share this at risk of a humble-brag.  That's where you consciously try to get away with boasting about yourself by couching it in a phony show of humility.

For instance:
'Listened to myself on that TV interview I did.  Hate hearing my own voice.'

'It's so awkward when people recognize me in public.  I never know what to say.'

'Will I be able to use Twitter on my vacation to Fiji?  Hope I can stay connected to all my loved ones.'

Stuff like that.

So . . . like I said . . . at some risk here . . . but it's too precious not to share . . . really it is . . . ahem . . . 

This week I got a Christmas present that was left over from the holidays.  It was left at the office and not given to me until I returned from being out of town in early January.  I took it home and fished around inside for the goody, whatever it was.  There was no name on the outside of the bag, nor was there anything inside that I saw to tell me who it was from.

The gift ended up to be a new hammer with a nail taped around the handle.

I wasn't sure what to think about it.  Was someone trying to give me a 'shot' since it's pretty well-known I'm not real good with my hands that way?

I know the adage that goes, 'When the only tool you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail.'  Not a compliment.

So I tried to believe the best and go on with my life.  I laid it on the tool counter in our garage along with all the other instruments there that look brand new from disuse.

The following day, Joelene sent me the picture below.  The note had fallen on the floor of the garage and I hadn't seen it.  She stepped across it the next day, read it, and sent it to me.

Is that a humble-brag?  Prolly.  Still, it made my day.

Thanks, Whoever.

And be blessed.