When someone tells you something...

Sometimes life gives you lemons. Some make lemonade. Others make margaritas.

I think for me, I buy a few kilos of prawns and a carton of Coronas. No point wasting those lemons.

But unlike the lemonade and margaritas, I need to add to my own input to my lemons, and rather than have the lemons as the primary ingredient, they become a condiment: A little addition to something great on it's own without the lemons.

Anyway.

Yesterday I saw a "sign from God".

My navigationally-challenged husband asking for directions AFTER he'd turned the wrong way. I felt my blood pressure rise. I knew one of my "moments" was on it's way: And the van infront of us was getting it's butt kicked by a snail.

But before I had a chance to let rip: I saw it. The back of the van was graffitied in black permanent marker:

"Take your time. Stressless. U live longer".

Hubby saw it too: His mantra.

I smiled. Hubby caught me smiling. Wow.

Nearly seven years of him saying the exact same thing and it dawns on me, handwritten on a shanty van.

Now where are those lemons??