Mistakes, we all make ’em.

Do you ever make mistakes? That’s a silly question because of course, we all do. Here are a few common types.

Yesterday, my youngest daughter took several highly unflattering headshots of herself on my cell phone in order to prove a point. She’d scowled into the camera with squinty eyes and hair hanging in lank strings about her face.

“See,” she said triumphantly. “I look unapproachable.”

My beautiful daughter. (Not one of the pictures in question)

Rubbish!” I exclaimed. “Everyone looks unapproachable if they grimace.” As she left the room, I highlighted each image and erased it, feeling sure she wouldn’t want such evidence hanging around. Later, my phone “pinged” and I glanced at it to see a notice from Facebook informing me my pictures had successfully downloaded. ARGH! Not only had I not erased them, I’d actually sent the flippin’ photos to Facebook for public viewing! To add further injury, people had already commented.

“Lovely photos of your daughter, Helen,” they wrote, lying through their teeth. I mean, she IS lovely, but the pictures weren’t, and I erased them with a sigh. Dumb mistake.

My esteemed brother works all day in the hot sun. Being prone to headaches, he wears clip-on sunglasses to protect his eyes. One day last week, in order to remove a defunct sewer pump, he’d hauled the heavy concrete lid off of his septic tank and… (You already know where this is going don’t you?)

Anyway, he leaned low over the concrete edge to peer into the deep dark hole when suddenly, with a small clicky sound, his clip-ons unhinged themselves and floated, end over end into the slop below. To his alarm, they lay suspended in the slimy sludge for one sickening moment before sinking from view. Sad mistake.

Recently I made crème brûlée, a deliciously rich custard topped with a crust of caramelized sugar. All went well until I began to search, to no avail, for my little butane torch in order to brown the sugar. Finally, I questioned my husband, although it seemed ridiculous to ask my, non-dessert-cooking-husband if he knew where this special culinary tool was.

“Sure,” he responded. (Without a shred of guilt I might add.) “I used it this winter to shrink-wrap a few wires together and lost it somewhere.”

Drawing myself up rigidly, I pointed an accusing finger. “You snuck outside with my kitchen torch and fired it up to fuse wires in the snow?” I asked menacingly. “And then you flipped it into obscurity under some pile of junk and lost it…SOMEWHERE?” Harmonious marriage mistake.

When I was about 18, my nickname was Wheels, and I drove with a certain reckless abandon, or flair, as I prefer to term it. One hot, summer night, my friend Lori and I initiated a game: throwing water-balloons at the cars of friends. They purchased their own supplies and joined in. (No, we did not pelt innocent pedestrians or motorists and yes, it was a stupid idea.) Next morning, a few still rolled on the floor as we motored to work.

Suddenly, there ahead of us, we noticed the vehicle of a fellow who had gotten us good the night before. I pulled alongside, and Lori lobbed a particularly juicy balloon at the side of his car. Sadly, she failed to notice his window was down. The heavy red balloon tumbled through the air, flew in his window and burst on his lap. He was also on his way to work and never spoke to us again. Bad timing mistake.

As you well know, there are a wide variety of mistakes to be made in one’s life. I’m sure if you and I were able to meet for a coffee, you could tell me a few of your own.

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