Adam said last week, “There’s not going to be any panicking.” Knowing that that was as false a statement as could ever be uttered, I wrote it on the white board on our fridge. I wanted to have it, right there in front of our faces, when the statement was proven to be the absolute lie that it obviously is.
But here’s the catch. I haven’t the foggiest notion what the heck this statement was in reference to. So maybe there was panicking; maybe there wasn’t. I’ll never know. But if I leave it up on the fridge long enough, I’m sure there will eventually be panicking over something and I’ll be able to say, “See! I knew there would be panicking!” Ahem.
