Whenever I get ready to press that Publish Post button, two creatures of polar positioning perch themselves upon my person. Actually, they're perched upon each of my shoulders, but there isn't a word for "shoulder" that starts with "p," so "person" it is. These personages, positioned with precise polarity provide a paradox.
On the left shoulder, the personage says, "Do it. Do it! Publish the Post! This post is edgy and cool and all the hip kids are writing stuff like that these days!" The personage on the right shoulder, however, is timid and shy and overly conscientious. She's yelling, "No. Don't! You've gone too far. You're sure to offend. Remember your mother-in-law!"
Yes. Right-Side-Rachel reminds me to consider the mother-in-law (Mom of Spouse) while Left-side-Lucy encourages me to run amok.
Today, as I was cleaning the pantry (definitely not magic like Xanadu), Mom of Spouse phones. During our conversation, she mentioned that she enjoys reading the rabidrunner blog. "Oh dear," I said, and shrunk into the pantry.
Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything to be ashamed of per se, but Spouse comes from a very respectful and appropriate upbringing. The business of Spouse's Family is gentile. They partake tea with their pinkies flexed and embroider pretty things in a parlor.
Me, on the other hand? I come from... uh... let's just say... I come from somewhere different. Real different. The business of my family created Left-Side-Lucy. (And that Lucy is a tramp!)
During our pantry clean-n-shrink parley, Mom of Spouse mentioned that she especially enjoys the India photos. And so it is today, that you get an Indian Family Business - just for Mom of Spouse.