So I'm happy to report that, although the error I made could not be fixed per se, it was soothed.  Meaning, we handled it well.  Maybe it brought about some stress, but we handled it well and... grew stronger from it.  Eh-heh?


                 


Let's just say that the shit-stain ain't permanent. 

It was nice to be on the receiving end of understanding.  And faith.  (My, isn't that a big word, this week?)  Because I really did make an innocent mistake.  I never deliberately try to fuck things up.  Just thinking of deliberately fucking something, anything, up makes me want to turn to ice-cream for support.