. . . the end of the line
Last night my Mom, Dad, and I went for pizza at DeLorenzo’s. Sitting at the table *famished,* waiting for the pizza to arrive, I did something bad. A stupid idea came to me as my father started to tease me. Because I was so overcome in hunger I didn’t suppress it. I rolled up a piece of napkin (much like a spit ball but without spit) and I flicked it at dad. Apparently my aim is not so good because it flew right past him and landed in a girl’s long hair in the table in front of us. I don’t know if anyone noticed but I was horrified. I wasn’t sure of the proper etiquette in this type of situation… should I have gone and picked it out of her hair? I don’t know!!! Ultimately, I did nothing. As it turned out, she was the type of girl who constantly flips her hair ( I bet she has tons of boyfriends) and so the napkin eventually dropped to the ground. No harm done.
Anyway, Weird John Beck was also there and I promised to link to his Web site (I even put a permanent link to his site on my Lieblinks page- because that is the type of person I am: a nice person who only occasionally makes an ass out of herself).

List of bad things I have done (within the last 6 months)
1. Cut in line at the Las Vegas airport…. 2 mile line, and I cut in at the near front.
2. I drank too much at O’Hare airport and I fell on my butt in front of a collegue and a full bar.
3. Flicked a wet napkin ball at a girl in a pizzeria.
I think that is it. Unless you count not feeding the cat imediately when he cries.