After years of regularly sticking my foot in my mouth, you’d think I would know better. You’d think I would be able to figure out when its best to not say anything at all. And to not send email when I’m too tired/cranky/emotional. And to not send email that doesn’t make sense/isn’t rational/isn’t thought through. You’d think I’d learn to step back, think before I act, and be more considerate of the feelings of others and their viewpoints. You would certainly think I would have learned my lesson(s) after countless damaged, or at least bruised, friendships. But you would be wrong. Sometimes I am my own worst enemy.