Why I'm so glad I only have one tongue! (I think my loved ones and colleagues share this sentiment.)
So many times have I put myself and others in awkward situations just because of a few impulsive syllables. Yes, I have my moments of wit and brilliance when world-changing ideas (ahem) pop out of the green substance of my skull. Those instances, however, are quite rare. :)
But for the times when I say stupid things that hurt, even devastate, how I wish I could turn back time! How I wish life is like the VCRs in the office where one button could reverse all events and I can return to scene one.
Oh if only I could zip my mouth faster than I could think of a silly thought!
My! My! Me and my big mouth and sharp tongue! Hmmm...what could be the solution?
Maybe I can shut my mouth, then it would be smaller! Maybe I can dull my tongue by...I wonder what. I can dull my tongue by rolling it often, but it would need lubrication. Ah, maybe warm, dark chocolate that melts in the mouth and cold, milky ice cream that melts at room temperature. But what about my tonsils? They'd be swollen again and I would have fever and I'd miss work and I'd lie in bed all day and I won't be able to talk much. :(
God help me!
