There was a story a year or two ago about a child – I believe he was blood related to me, but I would not confess that in public – who picked up a gluestick thinking it was his mama’s lipstick, with predictably hilarious results.
When I think about that story, I think about all of those times when lipstick like that would have saved me from some awful verbal mistakes.
Quick to listen and slow to speak. How often I get that mixed up.
Geoffsnook
I have no idea what you’re talking about. I can’t think of a time I wish my lips would have been glued together before. Yeah, right….BTW-the word verification code to post this is “Wings.” That means something. I don’t know what, but something. Maybe Wings Night?
Randy Greenwald
There are times, of course, when it works the other way. My lips remain ‘stuck’ when I really should be saying something. Like, “Have you considered Christianity?”Wings, eh? Very curious.