The hazards of living your life in public include, among other things, running the line between hilarity and embarrassment.
"Someone got on my Facebook the other day when I was logged in on a DN computer," Jake told me. "So my mom read my status and sent me an email wanting to know why I sucked."
"Oh, yeah I remember that," I distracted replied, reading the latest email to the editor.
"Yeah, you commented on it," he confirmed.
"Didn't I tell you to hang in there?"
"No, you wrote 'whatever makes her happy,'" Jake reminded me with a smirk.
I cracked into wild laughter. "Did your mom read that?" I gasped between shrieks.
"Oh, Jake I'm sorry, but that's hilarious."
Jake just nodded with a rueful smile and we commiserated over the difficulty of writing about romance, relationships, religion, politics, and sex when we know our parents read our columns.