Okay, so I blew it on my last post, okay? Are you happy now?
I went on and on about how I had briefly misplaced my wedding ring, and a couple times referenced my empty right ring finger. I now understand that I wear my ring on my left hand. I could have tried to save face with an implausable explaination involving my following European customs, but I won’t do that. I blew it. I don’t know how I made such a dumb mistake, but I blew it.
Thanks to my wife and Roger for publicly embarassing me. Nothing like a piping hot scoop of scorn from the Crock Pot of Shame® to start my week off.
Now I’m in a sour mood. Everything was awesome until yesterday.
I think I’m racist now.
you can stuff your sollies in a sack, mister!
Beautiful!
The Crock Pot people trademarked shame? Great, now I have to pay $20 every night I go out drinking and break into someone’s house and steal their cats in a frenzied meth haze.
All you had to do was submit a semi-plausible excuse and I would have let it slide. Instead you write a post highlighting your shame.
Nice.