Husband is going to yet another fancy conference for smart people who design things.

That’s not what it’s called, of course, but he explained it to me* and I literally felt the 16% of my brain that had been active fuck off and go looking for trouble.  

But!  Did I let my ignorance stand in the way of my god-given right to complain?

You know I didn’t.

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