Ever have one of those weeks where it feels as if no matter how careful you try to be with your words, you still find yourself having to extract toes from teeth? I'm having one of them.
First of all, I apologize to Perez Hilton, whose names were transposed in my last posting about his guilty pleasure book, Red Carpet Suicide. Sorry about that.
I apologized this morning to the gang at Palin's Travels--I had not taken the time to research a sensitive subject before shooting off my cyber face about it.
Over the weekend, I sent an email with an apology to a friend pertaining to a very snarky e-tome I'd sent earlier.
And now, dear ones, I am so sorry about this, but I am NOT apologizing any more.