Thursday, December 14, 2006
Things I don't Want to Know
There are quite a few things that I can go my whole life without knowing.
I don't want to know what my college-aged son eats for lunch every day. Not really.
I don't want to know what the cat is so happily chewing on in the corner. I don't want to know where those muddy shoes by the front door have been, I don't want to look in my younger son's closet and I don't want to see what chewed up food looks like, ever. If the question is "Can I tell this joke at the dinner table?", the answer is probably "No".
I don't want to know what the Scotsman wears under his kilt, and I do not want to look under the rather unfortunate placement of windows 6 and 23 of this Advent calendar.