... Marriage
It has recently come to my attention that my wife thinks she is the titular idiot of this blog. She doesn't read it because she's a big poopy-head, (except if she ever does, then she's a beautiful, delightful princess)
Occasionally, I will hand her a puzzle just to show it off. Usually it's new, usually it's a Karakuri because they're the only one's she thinks are pretty. Sometimes it's something I designed, usually she breaks it. Apparently, she's got it into her head that this is me testing whether or not 'an idiot' can solve the puzzle. This is wrong.
Now, it's plainly and obviously true that my darling wife is, in fact, an idiot. She married me. Other than that sizeable misstep however, she's usually pretty smart. She was smart enough to be a straight-A student. Smart enough for a Big Important Career and then she was smart enough to walk away from it and get a job hugging dogs all day. Smart enough to realise what's important. Smart enough to know she'll never beat me at Mario-Kart. Smart enough to live her own life. Smart enough to not base her intellectual self-esteem on whether or not she successfully complete the challenge of a wooden toy.
So, if not her, who is The Idiot? It could be me, but it's probably you.
Yeah, you. You know who you are. Dumbass.

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