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I started out thinking that I could get away with a simple, yet elegant “Mea Culpa” idea to apologize ("apologise" for the Queen’s English folk) about my errors dealing with the Comments portion of the page. Wifey completely nixed that idea and said, “’Mea Culpa’ doesn’t quite fit, try ‘Dummy-Head.’” It is quite true. I am, in fact, a Dummy-Head. You see, on Friday of last week, when I did the Orapred Information post, I changed some settings on Blogger of which I did not truly understand the ramifications. Comment Moderation was enabled, and I did not realize ("realise" for the Queen’s English folk) that Comment Moderation did not allow comments to be posted until they had been approved. I am truly a Dummy-Head. Here I was thinking that nobody liked me anymore, and it turns out I was a Dummy-Head. I was crying myself to sleep in my big fat pillow due to my lack of comment, when, truth be told, I was a Dummy-Head.
I have approved all the comments that were awaiting approval and I have answered each one of them diligently. I apologize (again, "apologise") about my Dummy-Headedness, and I will now endeavor (endeavour) to never make that silly mistake again.
Let me say, “Thank you all for your kind comments and inquiries as to the health of Little Man. He is doing much better now, and the Orapred seems to be through his system now.”
On to a follow up of Silly Notion # 43.
Grandma D and Grandpa R thought better of taking Little Man on the icy octogenarian road-trip. When I went to pick Little Man up from the furnace that Grandma D and Grandpa R call their condo (I swear, that the temperature always hovers around 90 ° F in that domicile [that is 32.22 ° C for you metric folk out there and 305.37 K for you physicists]), I mentioned that we, the parents, of little Man were not feeling too comfy about the road trip. She said that the more they thought about it, the more she felt that it wasn’t the greatest of ideas (ergo the title Silly Notion #43 moniker). They re-scheduled their road-trip until Friday sans Little Man.
And there was much rejoicing.
So I do not have to burn any of my precious PTO.
Again, there was much rejoicing.
To Recap
Me = Dummy-Head
Wifey no likey the “Mea Culpa”
I was not as lonely as I thought I was
It seems that Misery does, indeed, love company
Sloppy Joes for dinner
Oddly for lunch tomorrow as well
Mmmm sloppy Joes
I have approved all the comments that were awaiting approval and I have answered each one of them diligently. I apologize (again, "apologise") about my Dummy-Headedness, and I will now endeavor (endeavour) to never make that silly mistake again.
Let me say, “Thank you all for your kind comments and inquiries as to the health of Little Man. He is doing much better now, and the Orapred seems to be through his system now.”
On to a follow up of Silly Notion # 43.
Grandma D and Grandpa R thought better of taking Little Man on the icy octogenarian road-trip. When I went to pick Little Man up from the furnace that Grandma D and Grandpa R call their condo (I swear, that the temperature always hovers around 90 ° F in that domicile [that is 32.22 ° C for you metric folk out there and 305.37 K for you physicists]), I mentioned that we, the parents, of little Man were not feeling too comfy about the road trip. She said that the more they thought about it, the more she felt that it wasn’t the greatest of ideas (ergo the title Silly Notion #43 moniker). They re-scheduled their road-trip until Friday sans Little Man.
And there was much rejoicing.
So I do not have to burn any of my precious PTO.
Again, there was much rejoicing.
To Recap
Me = Dummy-Head
Wifey no likey the “Mea Culpa”
I was not as lonely as I thought I was
It seems that Misery does, indeed, love company
Sloppy Joes for dinner
Oddly for lunch tomorrow as well
Mmmm sloppy Joes
7 Comments:
is it..me = dummy (minus) head??
i have to say, there is nothing better than your husband admitting to the world that he's a dummy head. it just makes me feel warm all over. now if i could just get you to find things without my help or throw away empty things (trash)into the garbage, my life would be complete.
that's right, for those of you who are non-married folk. married folk fantasies revolve around clean houses and abject apologizing by your significant other. it ain't pretty in til-death-do-us part land.
See, there you go, admiting to the world that you are a dummy head, and allowing Wifey the pleasure of seeing it.
Now, the rest of us 'married-folk' will have to explain why we are not making publicly available written statements about being wrong.
Come on man, if you are going to apologize, do it in a verbal, non-tracable form!
:-)
Merry Christmas,
Joe (the lesser-half of Joe and Tanya)
Kim:
interesting take on that. I hadn't thought of that. "Me = headless dummy" could work.
Wifey:
Make me some Sloppy Joes, I'm hungry! Just kidding, don't hurt me.
Joe:
It is useful to make public apologies about inconsequential things. Pick your hill to die on. "Comment Moderation" was not my hill to die on.
you wrote: "Here I was thinking that nobody liked me anymore, and it turns out I was a Dummy-Head."
What led you to think anyone ever liked you to begin with? I keep telling you, we only tolerate you because of your wife. And Wifey, if you make the switch from Scotch to irish, I promise you a clean house and all the public apologies you can take.
And here I thought that you turned on the comment moderation because you were afraid of my comments.
I guess it really isn't all about me.
Anon:
Hey, my wife is the only thing that keeps me acceptable in most circles. I am well aware of that fact. I provide other services that Wifey seems to like. They all seem to revolve around changing Little Man's diaper, unfortunately.
NYM:
Sadly, no this time it was not about you.
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