And, No, I Didn’t Do This Myself, But Apparently It’s A Remarkably Common Accident

Pro-tip of the day: While technically it accomplishes the goal of “not splashing the boiling water” when you place your fingers in the water along with the hot dogs . . .

You know what, I don’t think I need to finish this. You get the idea, right?

Because Their Risk Is MY Risk Too

While it is, of course, more than possible to be overly selfish, there’s nothing intrinsically wrong with keeping your own well being in mind. For instance, I don’t know about you, but I know that *I* am perfectly okay with any pilot on any airplane I’m on being aware if they are not healthy enough – mentally, physically or emotionally – to fly the plane that day.

It’s Actually Worrying How Often This Sort Of Thing Comes Up As A “Relationship Problem” In Fiction

L’s Mother and I disagree on a number of points (for example, when the appropriate time to toss out old foodstuff is), but you know what we don’t disagree on?

That being forced to participate in a gladiatorial cage match to the death is always a valid excuse for being late to an important dinner no matter how important the dinner.

And Even As A Kid Who Had A Fear Of Snakes Back Then, I Realized That The Snake Wasn’t The Real Problem

When I was a kid I heard a joke about someone who was terrified at even the idea of coming across a snake in the wild.  When they were assured that all the snakes in the area were nonpoisonous and thus not dangerous, this person vehemently retorted, “They don’t have to be poisonous to terrify me into running off a cliff!”.

But If I Die, It Means I’ve Misjudged The Situation, And You Have My Blessing To Then Feel A LITTLE Panicky

As a follow-up to yesterday, I just want to assure everyone that I’m fine and feeling much better today.  Please don’t buy into any epidemic panics.

So Maybe There IS Only One Type Of Idiot

The worst kind of idiot is the one who doesn’t realize they’re an idiot.

On the other hand, an idiot who knows they’re an idiot is an idiot no longer . . .

Trust Me

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience,” the pharmacist told me the other day as she revealed that since I was a new customer, I’d have to sign another form (for a total of two) before she could fill my prescription.

“I just spent two hours in a dentist chair unable to close my mouth,” I told her with a chuckle.  “Compared to that, signing a second form is in no way an inconvenience!”

 

So I’m Learning

While it’s true that even if I completed everything else, my first impulse is to feel a sense of failure if I fail to complete the last (and by definition, the least important) item on my day’s to-do list, I’m pleased to say that these days my second impulse is to not take my first impulse very seriously.

Mild, Unfortunately, Isn’t The Same As Quick To Pass

Me: (A couple of days ago)  Well, if this is food poisoning, all things considered, it’s pretty mild.

Me: (Today) Well, if this is food poisoning, all things considered, it’s pretty mild.

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.