I might chose one I like better and adopt it as my memory.

I may not then regret it so much.

It’s like you’ve written a writing prompt! ;-)

I regret drinking too much.

I regret that trip and why I was there. I regret who I was there with.

I regret the acrylic fingernails that I pulled off and stuck under the table with gum at Cabo Wabo. (Table three by the bar)

There were three more regrets from that trip (sixteen years ago) alone. Can you imagine how many I have to date so far? I shudder.

Life is easy, now that it’s boring. :-)

It’s a good thing when we start analyzing our lives and fixing things we might regret later (cause we could regret not analyzing in time too) :P

We’ve had to reinforce the fence, and my aspirations to get all Zen and green in the garden are pretty much dashed. Or were.

So… just twice, you think? ;-)

I’ve never done anything bad to a dog (that didn’t deserve it) but there’s a dog that lives next door to me who barks incessantly at anything that moves (I’m serious) including me when I’m gardening in MY backyard.

Before I actually did it, I confess to having fantasies about spraying him in the face with a high pressure hose or praying to catch him alone in a dark alley. He’s an ornery Basset Hound…the perfect height for a swift kick in the butt!

Yes, I sprayed the dog in the face with the hose set on “Jet”. He had jumped up on his side of the fence and was barking right in my face. I had enough. I sprayed him and he fell backwards. Hard. He pulled himself up, shook himself off, and slunk through his doggy door.

Do I regret that? Yes, but only because it had no long-term effect. He didn’t mess with me for a few weeks afterward but because I didn’t spray him on a regular basis, he forgot the lesson learned that day and now, once again, barks at me while I’m gardening.

The moral of the story: If you’re going to spray a dog in the face with a hose, be prepared to spray him twice.

Bobby, but my line isn’t nearly as funny without the word “fighting.” … “Stop exploring my topic in interesting ways” lacks the bite I was after. But putting me in the same sentence with Tarantino? I love you, man! Feel better!

I’m revising Beautiful Lives based on a generous publisher’s suggestions. Hope to be knocking on agent doors soon. (Well, actually, I don’t look forward to that at all. What I’d really like is just to be discovered soon – the literary equivalent to Marilyn Monroe in the malt shop. )

Looking forward to reading your blog.

By the by, was not fighting with you. And I was certainly not preaching semantics, golly. Just writing out loud on an interesting topic.

OK, I am going to crawl back over to the couch and lay down amongst the empty Theraflu bottles.