Today I think she's proved herself even less intelligent than I initially supposed.
The Komen Walk is in St. Louis today. El Freddo and I took Liv to swim class and, while I was buzzing around the Y, one of my buddies who also works in childcare grabbed me for a second to see how I was doing. In the room with her was Miss Dim Bulb 2008.
While I'm chatting with my friend, Miss Dim Bulb asks me (ala Dave Barry, I swear I'm not making this up) "Did you shave your head for the Komen race?"
Yes, stupid. That's EXACTLY what I did. And my eyebrows. And, to further demonstrate my solidarity, I also ruined my life for the last six months which, now that you ask, featured a lot of nausea and some quality time in the hospital, not to mention a fortune in medical bills.
Dumba$$.When I patiently explained that I actually have cancer and was undergoing radiation, she clapped her hands excitedly and piped up with "so you're all better, right?"
You'll have to blame my mother for my upbringing which caused me to answer any of her stupid questions in the first place. There is a definite drawback to being brought up reflexively not to tell people to do things to themselves which a) they richly deserve; and b) are anatomically unlikely.
I may have to reconsider my position on manners with Livi.