Balance

I've noticed a strange phenomena in my life. It should come as no surprise that I have earned (through honest hard work) the reputation of often being a tad, um, inappropriate. I crack bad jokes. I've used the word "penis" while buying a car. Quite often, there is something of a disconnect between my brain filter and my mouth. Not that I mind. I actually am capable of censoring more than you would know. (And, for this you should be so very grateful.)

But, every once in a rare while, I don't feel quite up to my usual inappropriate self. It isn't often, but it happens. And, then, Magic Happens. The people who love me pick up my slack.

Several years ago, I was in the hospital with a nasty bout of e-coli, and Phenom was the master of the inappropriate comment and bad joke. More recently, ESK has been picking up my slack. She and I were guests and a puffed up luncheon . . . the sort where people pat themselves on the back and give themselves plaques to put up on their walls. I was trying my very very best to be "appropriate" . . . and this just encouraged ESK to be as inappropriate as possible. She also tried her very best to make me laugh inappropriately.

So nice to have the folks in my life balance me.