A long, long time ago, back when I still had hair, and young people listened to good music that wasn't too loud, my old gran gave me this excellent advice:
"When it comes to stupid mistakes, boy, the first thing to remember is 'Don't make 'em.' But since that's really not going to be an option in your case, I'd better teach you what to do when you make a pig's ear of things."
I don't remember everything else she said that day, though I do recall snippets of the conversation: "... twice the brains you'd still be a halfwit," "...call it a win if you get your trousers the right way around on the first attempt," and something about my ancestors being ashamed of me, again. However, I never forgot her advice about what to do when you screw up:
"Acknowledge it, apologize, and pray they don't notice all the other dumbass things you've done."
With that in mind, I want to apologize to Deirdre Murphy (aka wyld_dandelyon) for my screw up yesterday. I put the wrong story title (since corrected) beneath Deirdre's name when I announced the final results of this year's Meager Puddle of Limelight Award for Best Short Story Title. I also want to thank the folks who were kind enough to point out my mistake.