Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

This is my 72nd post. Some random number; some time spent at my laptop. By now, I have probably said something that could be misconstrued, taken out of context. Some things come to mind. I don't hire prostitutes to tutor my children, I don't have a flask. (Yet.) My kids have good traits, and my first boyfriend became a preacher with a lovely family. Posts are short; they don't reflect the big picture.

Sometimes I rethink a post, concerned that I may have unintentionally hurt someones feelings, said something that cuts. There is no way to avoid this, unless I were to write about moonbeams and gnomes, but then someone out there would surely complain about that as well. So I weigh my words, and do the best I can. And keep writing. Just keep writing...