It's Not What It Looks Like

Dino Spouse and I have, over the years, compiled a list of the worst excuses ever. "It's not what it looks like" is one of them. Other winners are "It just happened" and "I can explain." This is my public service announcement to all of humanity: if you're ever caught red-handed doing anything wrong, please refrain from use of these phrases. They're just dumb things to say.

There is no real reason for me to be sharing this thought except that I just finished reading (and basically enjoying) "The Abstinence Teacher," and that got me reflecting on human folly. Hoo boy, I really am fortunate that I never got the chance to teach sex ed in any kind of institutional setting. Good thing they left Eeeeevil Seeestor in charge of that.*

*Seriously, Eeeevil Seestor is a professional health educator. She would have smacked the crap out of all the dramatis personnae in "The Abstinence Teacher" if she'd been in there.

I am sober and, except for the caloric burden of some Lebanese pistachio candies Dino Spouse's coworker sent home with him, hungry. This is good. Now I will sleep and dream of the laptop power cord HP is sending me in order to refuel my laptop, the old cord having bit the dust. I do not like blogging with my thumbs.