I fancy myself a bit of a riot, sometimes. I like to have clever little status updates. Or at least ones that do not say stuff like, “I just woke up and brushed my teeth, now I am doing some laundry.”

Having had Austin Power and Fat Bastard (is that his name?) on the brain, I put Alex says: Get in her belly! as my g-mail status about 3 months ago (seems like eons).

Because I can’t really see my own status, or didn’t care to, or didn’t pay enough attention to care, all the remarks that would’ve raised some red flags went right in one ear, floating through my empty brain and out the other.

Blunt is the way to go with me.

Finally, finally, a GOOD friend tells me, “Did you know that your status says, ‘Get in HER?!’ only?” Apparently gmail doesn’t leave space for the belly or any other extraneous body parts or words flapping about.

It dawned on me that for the last three months, anyone who has been on gmail chat with me has been requested to “Get in her.”

Sweet.

Wordsmith, I am. I blame it on my lack of visual spatial recognition.

Alex: 0

G-mail: 1