Sunday Confessional: hypocrisy and hygiene

Forgive me bloggers for I have sinned. Again.

I posted a comment anonymously on a site I regularly visit because I just didn't feel like dealing.
This weekend, I also inadvertently left a manhole cover in place for 29 hours. Should toxic shock syndrome ultimately overtake me, I leave my blog to you, as these days the cats are finding it increasingly difficult to type.

Edit: To give you a little background on the manhole cover reference (as if you wanted more), my aunt used to have code names for all of these things so she could talk about them in public. For her annual ob/gyn visit, the nickname was "getting my oil changed." That way, when she referred to them, people didn't catch on so quickly. So there you go: manhole doesn't hold even the tiniest bit of vulgarity that you'd hoped.

And come to think of it, she probably would have gotten more questions about manhole covers on her shopping list than if she had just written tampons . . .