Oh boy. Did I get carried away. I started a blog entry, and not until I passed it along to someone did I in rereading start to realize how puffed up it was. Just as I received an e-mail from them gently pointing that out, I was sending one that was realizing it.
So I went on a walk with my neighbor friend Stacia, two rounds on the cul-de-sac. I told her about it at the start...and then later told her again how I still felt mortified. She told me, "I know you. Soon as you see them you're going to go up and tell them how embarrassed you still are and they'll go, 'Huh?' having forgotten the whole thing." She's right, they might. At first I thought they wouldn't, but then I remembered that God has helped me to forget things others have done, as I even posted not long ago. I'll pray for His work in that regard.
Stacia's and my walk was longer than usual--because I was short enough already, but I'm only a couple of inches tall now. Ha! Pride goeth before a fall.
At least Stacia pointed out one good thing. I hadn't posted it. So you'll just have to wonder what I said. Whew.