I HATE looking stupid. I hate when anyone observes me dropping the butter dish (upside-down) on the floor, not knowing the answer to a question, tripping over my own feet, forgetting someone’s name or birthday, dribbling coffee on my shirt, being ignorant about a current political issue, not knowing the address of a Bible verse, using the wrong word, leaving typos in a manuscript, losing a game of Ticket to Ride because I didn’t plan my routes well, realizing my six-year-old grandson knows more about my iPhone than I do, burning the carrots, being too distracted to get mascara on both eyes…you get the idea. More.