Working in combination with a particularly delicious red Zinfandel, my ignorance was violently thrown in my face the night of that moonrise. It was thrown, beaten, flogged, hanged, drawn, and quartered. I may be an intelligent woman, but holy fuck can I be stupid. My only consolation is knowing that I am not the only one who is utterly devoid of common sense in at least some way. Everyone has holes in their knowledge that beg to be filled up, (That sentence ended up somewhere different than where it started.) and that's alright. We can't all know everything.