I’m far more likely to have a supervillain name than a superhero one. It would be something along the lines of "Guilt Complex Queen." I have an overdeveloped guilt complex. You name it, it’s my fault.
- Baby’s diaper is wet? My bad.
- Husband comes down with the flu? I haven’t been feeding him enough orange and green veggies.
- Our Mozambique building project is out of cash? Guilty, your honor. I haven’t reconciled petty cash yet.
- People feel unloved and alone in the world? Guilty again. I love you all, but I have 400 emails and 89 blog comments I haven’t responded to, and I haven’t sent out Christmas cards in two years.