Barefoot and Gargling

Last Thursday....I thought it was Friday and so no post.  I was on the town with friends and I when I say friends, I mean friends - at least I hope.

Friends forgive one another's stupidities and I was stupid last Thursday.  I was trying to make a point about something, and frankly I do not even recall what, because I made a huge gaff.  My foot was lodged so deeply, I received a stomach acid pedicure!

Sadly I cannot report that verbal clumsiness is new for me.  I am grateful to have been granted forgiveness by my dear friends, many, many times.  Their generosity does not excuse me of course, and I spend hours of my life reliving moments I dread, again and again, through deep regret.  Despite the remorse my habits do not change.  It seems things leap out of my mouth before the leash has hit the brain;  It is only after the dogs are loose that realization kicks in.  My pain is genuine, but I fear it is no more than theirs.  I pray their remorse at my friendship does not outweigh the benefits.  If it does, I have lost more than my dignity, which went the way of all flesh ages ago.

I want to write a note, but that will only rub salt into their wound (I managed to offend both people of the couple).  I will wait it out and hope kindness falls on my side again.  In the meantime, perhaps it is time to tweak my humorous story repertoire; that or invest in athlete's mouth spray.