OK, so I said no more entries about this, but that was before my sense of humor got me in a bit of trouble tonight. This evening a happy-hour conversation about cell phones somehow evolved into a group ridicule of text-messaging while driving, with different people pretending to text while they talked.

“I’m on my way home right now…”

“I just had an accident…”

“I hit another car, but my thumb still works!”

And then me: “I just drove off a bridge!”

Uh, yeah. Too soon. The weird thing is I don’t find the bridge collapse to be the least bit funny, and, as for many in the Twin Cities, it’s actually been a fairly emotional thing for me. I know my brain will continue to come up with crap like that, and that there’s not much I can do to control it, but sometimes I wish I just had a bit more of a filter mechanism.