So here's the deal. Naomi posted a not very nice post about me and Sarah on her blog. Don't go hate on her. She's actually my friend. However, she believe the Internet should know that we are not the Misses Smartypants that we appear to be at first glance.

Here's the thing. Sarah and I kind of count on each other to know what the other one doesn't. The problem with this plan? We kind of know mostly about the same stuff. Would you like to know about progressive Christianity? How about educational paradigms? What about the many uses of sequins? We've got you covered. When it comes to other stuff? Not so much.

See, I used to have this fabulous car. It was a '78 Nova and it was yellow. It's name was the Banana Boat and we had great plans to turn it into a mosaic sculpture and leave it parked in Ocean Beach. Sadly, it was not meant to be. In any case, on day the Banana Boat got a flat tire. Since I was going to buy two new tires, I thought it would be fantastic to get white wall tires to go with the fantastic '70s vibe the car already had going for it.

I didn't want to be driving around with just two white wall tires, so Sarah and I asked her dad about what to do. He told us to put the tires on with the white walls on the inside.

I want to say, "You know where this is going," but my guess is that none of you are as dumb as me and Sarah and therefore, you don't. I asked Sarah's dad, "Is there tread on the inside of the tire?" Then Sarah says, "Is there? I didn't know that?" While I didn't say so, I was also wondering how you turned a tire inside out. I didn't think I was strong enough to do so.

I think Sarah's dad may have fallen down laughing, but he was on the phone, so we can't be sure.

Additionally, there was the time when Sarah and I were driving around in the Banana Boat (most of our fun stories start this way), when the tailpipe fell off my muffler. Not knowing whether or not I would need to take that to the mechanic to get it put back on, I pulled over. Sarah (she's such a good friend) says, "Don't worry. I'll go get it."

At this point in the story I would like to point out that we were only 18 and didn't know a whole lot about cars. In fact, I'm not sure that I ever changed the oil in the Banana Boat. Poor thing.

Anyway, Sarah grabbed the (apparently) very hot tailpipe with her bare hands and started running back to the car. It took her brain about two steps to process the fact that her skin was bubbling off her hand.

So there they are. I'm sure there are more stories of how dumb we have been. I just can't think of them right now.

Did I mention that there is this great picture of Naomi with a mullet and a New Kids on the Block poster? No. I would never call her out like that on my blog.