Fake It

Lessons learned this week:

Fake it better. 

Google is my best friend. 

Corduroy isn’t just a fabric. (I learned this last year. But still. I needed it this week.)

I’m a jack of all trades, master of perhaps a few, on a good day. 

A very basic knowledge of any job is essential. I probably used the wrong words, kinda like when someone confuses stimulated for simulated. Not even close, people. 

About the time I think my life is boring, BAM. (If it were a movie, you would pay good money to see it. Maybe My Fair Lady on steroids.)

I think I got behind a snowplow driver faking it until he makes it, on my way home today. 

C’est la vie. (I can say that in five languages. Not really. I can say good morning in five or six languages. Maybe.)