How do I not know things, let me count (some) ways . . .
First, I really don’t know how to roll up and secure chicken when I’m stuffing it. I made it tonight and the stuffing leaked. I don’t think my wrapping skills are very good. Or possibly my toothpicking skills. Or maybe my beating the crap out of the chicken breasts to flatten them out skills.
Second, I don’t know the first thing about picking out a tennis racket. Boy wants one so he can start playing. I thought about trying to order one online, but I don’t have a clue about grip or anything else. And apparently not all balls are created alike. I’m hoping to get to a store that sells them this weekend (it involves driving 2 hours one way and supposedly there’s snow moving in this week into the higher elevations, so we’ll see if the passes are open, which they probably will be, but again, what do I know?) Which apparently means by the time I get him a racket, the weather will suck too much to play.
I really don’t know who I’m going to let talk in my WIP. Everyone wants to take over the page. They are pushing and shoving, but the one thing that I do know (I think, but maybe I’m wrong) is that not everybody gets to have a voice. At least, not their own point of view. I’m going back to the murderboard tomorrow to try to sort it out (i.e. my whiteboard).
Also I didn’t know this: I heard that taking a tablespoon of honey would help a sore throat. I tried it with my son because he had a sort throat this weekend and this morning. It’s gone. Now maybe it wasn’t the honey, but it sure helped to soothe it. Maybe the stuff works. I can’t commit to knowing yet.
I’m sure there are many more things I don’t know. Feel free to enlighten me. Really.