Second, I am going to tell you a story about me failing. It isn't really a mommy fail, but if you want, I could blame it on sleep deprivation or all my brain energy being taken up by avoiding the Duplo block minefield of my house or simply the fact that I have a child. That would be lying? Ok, you're right. This one was just plain me.
To start this story, I'm going to ask you to
And here's the fail: When I first submitted this post, the title read, "My family jewels may have come from the trash."
I showed my husband the post yesterday, after I'd turned it in. I was talkin' myself up, telling him how awesome I was, explaining to him that this may very well be the best piece I've ever written (no, not really). So he agreed to read it. Upon reading the title he said, "I bet your dad would be pretty insulted that you think his balls came from a dumpster."
Well...I suppose you have a point there. I don't really know why it didn't click, but for some reason "family jewels" to me sounded like "heirlooms." But even dictionary.com admits that family jewels are, in fact, male genitals.
At least if I get voted off this week, I can blame it on testicles. But, instead, why don't you