Whoopsie Daisy

A friend of mine emailed me to tell me that I misspelled Jacque's name in that last blog so I wanted to say whoops and correct my mistake. Although I fancy myself kinda good at some stuff I think perhaps I may be kinda bad at some stuff too. Spelling for example. When I was twelve I entered a spelling bee and choked on the word gauge. I cried about it for days and it reminded me of another time when I was even younger and broke a large glass jug of milk when removing it from the fridge. Being the big baby that I was then, and still am, I started to cry. My mom hugged me and said "no use crying over spilled milk". So true too. All I can do is try to be better going on down the road and not fret over things Ive done poorly in the past. By golly, I think that finally, at age thirty-five I have become comfortable with the fact that I am hopelessly, and wonderfully flawed. C'est la vie, I think that in this world of airbrushing, liposuction and fake tits, maybe I'm a little more interesting for it. No? All that aside, I will try not to misspell Jacque's name again but that's just because I love him.