little love story, aka humiliating confession.

I was just browsing a friends blog.
He is maybe one of the most comical individuals I have ever met. Not to mention bold, and blunt. That's what I like about him! I absolutely love the way he speaks. Yes Jared, I'm talking about you. I worked with Jared when I served at Cheesecake Factory and we he has always been a great friend to me. One of my favorite parts about being friends with Jared is his advice, or more the way he puts his advice. The way the guy can string words together is absolutely flawless. It's a talent, I admire him.


Anyway-
my confession.


I'm not the brightest bulb.
I'll say it.
it's no secret...
I'm artistic, yes.
Intelligent, debatable. Very very debatable.


While reading Jared's blog just moments ago, I came across a list of reasons to believe you're old. At the bottom it says something about being undoubtably lactose intolerant.
Now the embarrassing part......


I literally just after reading that learned that ...that.. is the way the term is said.
I honestly and truly thought the term was.... lactose and tolerant.


OH. MY. GOSH.
why oh why did the Lord bless me with absolutely no form of common sense?
I mean, what good is being able to decorate for a party, if you serve people Milk that will make them sick?!
Who cares if I can take a good picture, I don't even know how to speak english?
COME ON!