Like a thud.

There are times when we all make a comment, or share something we enjoy and it come first like a graceful bird from our lips.... that upon contact with open air bloats to a dodo and greets the ground with an enthusiasm of ground meat.  Splop.  I have these sort of things all the time.  I think other people do as well, how could they not, but mine are mine, precious and unique in the abject embarrassment they give.

So why talk about them now?  Is it because I've mostly grown out of those comments?  No.  Is it because I no longer care as much?  Probably.  Is it just because I derailed something at work?  Definitely.

Woo. Go me...