Delilah / White Lady

After 2 failed Martinis, 1 very-much-failed Cinderella and another almost-there-heavily-modified-version of the Screwdriver, I finally made a successful "Delilah", also known as "White Lady".

Technically the ratios of ingredients in the first Martini I made actually qualified it for the drink named "50:50", a variation of the traditional Martini, so it was not exactly "failed". However the taste suited none in my family so it was considered a fail.

This Delilah was different. Except for my father who felt there was too much lemon juice and my sister who is too young to drink, everyone of us felt that it was a rather nice drink.

So here it is! Documented! Let it be known that the first real successful cocktail I made is Delilah!

I bet this is the reason!

I think the reason I am incredibly bad at motor coordination (thus relating to things like dancing, playing piano/instruments) is that my muscle memory is not good. Instead, I am actively cognitively directing every one of my movements.

I bet this is the reason!

Here you have it

A colleague, upon hearing my pay, mentioned it was very brave of me to have accepted this job even though I was, technically, over-qualified for it.

I confessed to her that it was not the presence of courage which allowed me to accept the job, but rather a lack of courage and confidence in myself to have accepted a job more suited for my qualifications.

That is nothing but the truth and the whole truth.

My mole and yours

sister: What is "X-factor"
me: Something which sets you apart from others. For example, my X-factor is my mole. (ok, I know it's not very accurate.)
sister: Look, I have a mole too! (pointing to her upper lip)
me: ....
me: So small. Mine is bigger.