I feel the need to share this purely hypothetical information with you:

Let’s say that one day you find yourself speaking at a conference.  And, as one of the afternoon pleasure activities, your hosts take you on a tour of a dairy farm.

At said dairy farm, you encounter the owner of the purely hypothetical dairy company.  You are smitten with him.

It would probably be best to not refer to him as “Scottie-the-Hottie” when you’re speaking in front of a large crowd the following day.  ‘Cause, you know, his elderly aunt could be sitting in the room listening to you.

Not that this has happened to me today ever happened to me.

Love,

Ministry Barbie

P.S. – Yes, the shame still stings.

P.P.S. – Yes, she was very gracious and kind when she introduced herself to me after the event ended.

P.P.P.S. – Yes, I fell onto the floor and begged for forgiveness for using the word “hottie” in reference to her nephew.