Ready, Set, Go.

I was sitting in front of the computer this morning earnestly typing an email.    Spouse came in to the room and asked what I was “tippy-tapping” away at.

Me:   I’m writing an email to Todd about how much of a person’s best creative work is typically done in his or her youth.  In music, science and film it seems almost axiomatic that…

Her:  You have peanut butter on your face, you know.

I think I’ve proved my point.