Hot, Cold, Cancer

Up until recently, like yesterday, I couldn't figure out which direction to turn the faucet to get hot or cold water.

I mean, I could read the little instruction on the base that pointed left for red/hot and right for blue/cold. But did that mean to turn the base so it pointed in that direction, or to turn the handle to point in that direction?

Now that I've figured it out (the handle, people!), I feel like a complete idiot, whereas I formerly just felt like a semi-idiot.

The whole thing has reminded me of some of my most idiotic moments. Like, when Mrs. Jay told me yesterday that her recently removed mole is malignant melonoma. But due to her chipper vocal delivery, I temporarily confused benign and malignant and congratulated her on the great news.

But it's not good news. Malignant is bad. Melonoma is worse, although the docs think they removed all the cancerous cells before it spread. Still, she has to see several doctors to make sure she's in the clear.

We're in hot water, here, people.



... But to lighten the mood - and heaven knows Mrs. Jay is good at that - what are some of your most idiotic moments? (Benign stories, please!)