I know, it’s not Thursday, but I missed last week and we will be waiting on a new story a little while longer. So, it’s double-up week! This week, I am pleased to share this blog by Erin Lyon. I’ve read through her posts and I always come back feeling better about myself whether through her humor or some of her self-depreciating stories. Kind of the macabre sense of humor I carry with me at times. Strangely, I think she’d do the same. Go check her blog out, now! Thank me later.
So, the connoisseur of poor decision-making thing. People continually seem to get a chuckle out of that line. But a connoisseur? Really? Since I’m a fan of dictionaries (and had to look it up anyway to see if I’d spelled it correctly), here you go:
con·nois·seurˌkänəˈsər,-ˈso͝or/noun: a person who knows a lot about something: an expert in a particular subject
I would say I qualify. Clearly, since I am not dead or in prison, I can laugh about most of my poor decisions. And, because I enjoy humor at my own expense, here is a sampling, in no particular order:
- 1993 – At 20 years old, deciding to drive to Vegas to marry a guy I’d only known for 6 months…because it seemed like a good idea at the time. (Yes, I know that I said “in no particular order” and that sure as hell seems like it would be “Number…
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