A Phase, I’m Sad To Say, I Didn’t Even START To Get Out Of Until High School

As a quick follow-up to Wednesday’s post, no, I wasn’t trying to get in trouble.  What I was was firmly in my “don’t think about it, just go for the joke no matter the cost” phase.

 

I’m Just So Happy About This

Today I feel really bad.

This is good.

(While I’ve certainly expressed the “I feel bad, but no longer terrible” sentiment before, never before have I expressed it with such heartfelt relief.)

Fortunately She Liked Me And Didn’t Hold A Grudge

Lately I’ve found myself considering certain times from my childhood, and today I found myself thinking of a particular interaction I had with a teacher of mine.  With the benefit of perspective, I can absolutely say that I should not have said to her, “I’ll have you know the sand has shifted.”

In my defense, however, any experienced middle school teacher (as she was) should know it’s just asking for trouble to say in front of their class, “I’ll have you know I had an hourglass figure in college, and I have an hourglass figure now.”

Today’s Miserable Insight

Miserable people tend to do miserable work.  This has been known for a long time now, why are some people still pretending this isn’t a thing?

You Know, Like Modern Life

I understand perfectly why we are hardwired, so to speak, to respond to comparatively minor pains and annoyances with major reactions, because you need to notice if your skin is too close the fire, even if it’s just a candle flame and “only” the tip of one finger, but this hardwiring can certainly complicates situations less straightforward than that.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

Me (this morning):  I’m a little draggy, so I think I’ll go back to bed for a few- Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Me (this afternoon):  I can’t believe I slept so long, so I’d better get some catch up work done before I- Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Some Things Really Should Go Without Saying

Pharmaceutical Ad:  Do not take our product if you previously nearly died as a consequence of taking our product.

Me:  Also, do not ingest our product when it’s mixed with molten lead . . . 

Insane Insight In Action

(Let the record reflect that I do know today is the anniversary of this blog; I just don’t find that fact very interesting at this point, and, yes, it is magic to be married to me.)

Yesterday Lala misspoke and created the word “overneath,” a feat for which I initially teased her.  “Congratulations,” I facetiously told her, “for creating a nonsense word worthy of the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party; a word they would doubtlessly use to describe the placement of their saucers as they . . . stacked the cups and saucers on top of each other, making the saucers over one cup and under another . . .”

I shook my head wryly.  “Actually, that’s a pretty good word,” I had to admit.  “Congratulations.”

But Since I Coudn’t Find The Right Kind Of Mud, I Made Jasmine Instead

“I don’t have much time to make myself a cup of tea,” L’s Mother announced today.

“I can make tea,” I said before asking, “What kind of tea would you like?”

“Any kind,” she foolishly told me.

Flashing her a grin I said, “Worm and mud tea it is.”

“I don’t think worm tea would be very good,” she said with a smirk.

I nodded in agreement.  “Just mud then.”

I Was Wrong

While it’s true that “You’re never too old to make mistakes,” I really thought that by now I wouldn’t be proving and reproving that statement quite so often.