Fatal flaws

Ok. So you have all been very kind by not calling me out on my latest blunder.

Except for Jaime.

She totally ridiculed me. :P

Apparently, I'm not actually knowledgeable about sandwiches. I'm "a french 'commons' in Picardie" about sandwiches.

Which is kind of interesting... seeing as Picardie is actually quite close to where I lived in France. Well maybe not CLOSE, but it's not across the country.

I am obviously not a perfect person. I don't even pretend to be. I have my flaws, am generally accepting of them. But sometimes... I just know they will be the death of me.

Like I can see, some day, I'll be in some sadistic spelling bee.

And I'll be told "spell diphtheria or die."

And that will be the end. It really will.