Which story are you referring to? There have been so many times when I have embarassingly mis-implied that I wore adult diapers that I just lose track. Oh, you must mean the time that I replied “Depends” when asked what I wore to bed. If only I had already had the benefit of years of Mrs. T. driving home the extreme importance of subjective pronouns, I may have avoided a serious SNAFU which has earned me (I beleive it is now) ten years of ridicule from my family. I conveniently have moved on from all friends who would recall that story, but, alas, my family… BTW, I believe I have exhibited excellence in the fields of both self-degradating humor AND self-defecating humor. Not many people can earn those two merit badges with the same story.

Has it only been ten years? I must say, your self-defecating humour has been rather tragic - what, with the tractor and all.

i remember the clems