Last night, Mike and I were at a restaurant near our house. There we had the unfortunate luck to witness a table full of women in their late 50's singing into their microphones (formerly known as beer bottles). It was karaoke night, after all, but it just ain't cool (when you're sober). Soooo, I've come up with a new little rule of thumb for myself that I hope I can adhere to: If things I previously ate with, drank out of, wrote with, or brushed my teeth with, become something I sing into, smoke, strum, or use for a power point presentation, STOP. Go home, sober up, and bake some cookies with my grandkids. And if I ever get the courage to sing karaoke, you can say to me "pot, kettle, black". I'll deserve it.