This year, I need to think more before I speak. Here's why:
Before Christmas, I think I mentioned that I had cleaned up my apartment. In fact, I got my bathroom so clean, that I remarked out loud to myself, "This bathroom is so clean, I could eat off of the floor behind the toilet!"
One night this week, I decided that I needed a NyQuil to soothe my virally-infected nasal passages, in order to get some sleep before an early-morning clinic session. When I opened up the package, one of the caplets fell to the ground and rolled away. I got on my hands and knees to find it: there it was, on the floor, behind the toilet.
If I didn't believe it, I shouldn't have said it. I ate it.