20/20 and other hindsights

I'm in the market for a sixty second delay device. You know ... the kind radio stations use to keep potty-mouthed callers off the air during phone-in shows. Of course, on radio it's only a five second delay. Those producers are really on the ball. My brain on the other hand ... not so much.

Here's the thing. Last night —a record-breakingly HOT night at 108 degrees— I met up with a friend at a local coffee bar for some cool refreshment and catch-up chat. We laughed. We smiled. We relaxed. And then...

I blurted.

[head:hand]

Luckily, my friend has known me long enough to understand I only blurt the ones I love. But I'm left wondering... is a sixty second delay long enough? Brain needs to (1) engage, (2) register horror over impending foot-in-mouth, (3) execute diversionary tactics —"Ooh! Look! Shiny thing!"

Hmm. Better set it for ninety.

Sorry, friend. [hug] Y'know...I probably should have titled this post, I blurt, therefore I am. ;-)