I already forgot

I got an email recently, from someone's work address, that had this quote in the signature: "Tell me, and I'll forget. Show me, and I may not remember. Involve me, and I'll understand." Now, I kinda feel the same way about signature quotes as I do about bumper stickers and tattoos, mainly that there's nothing I have that's so definitive and important about myself that I need to remind others of it constantly. So, I'm biased here. But is it ever really a good idea to include the phrase "Tell me, and I'll forget" on an email going out to co-workers, bosses, and clients on a regular basis? Although, I guess it's a decent way to cover your ass if you ever mess up. Didn't you see my signature line? Fair warning.

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Mixed into some paperwork I received in the mail, there was a letter that had clearly been lying on the sender's kitchen table and was included by accident. The letter is a permission slip from a private school which, if signed by the parent, allows the teachers to PADDLE their kid if the student exhibits "inappropriate Behavior [sic] and anything else that interferes with the learning process in lieu pf suspension, early dismissal, or time out of class." Because I would much rather my inappropriately Behaving kid be paddled in front of the class than removed from the room. I'm secretly glad I'm in possession of this permission slip, with its tiny coffee stain in the corner, because that means it can never be signed and returned.

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Do you know what American Idol tastes like? Well, I'll tell you:

It tastes exactly like yellow birthday cake, but ice cream instead of cake. It's brilliant. And it is currently the only product I own that allows me to be consuming a television reality show both visually and gastronomically, so, y'know: sold!

Speaking of tasting reality shows, the ANTM finale themed food party is shaping up already, and we've only had one episode. Thank you, Natasha, for finally bringing White Russians to the buffet table.