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Hi, I'm Kevin Coupe and this is a special Friday FaceTime with the Content Guy ... and this morning, my face is red.

I've been doing MNB for almost 12 years, and one of my continuing nightmares always has been that some morning, I'd let some profanity somehow creep onto the site.

I'm not talking about "hell" or "damn," words that I occasionally use on the site when I'm feeling particularly passionate about something, or want to engage in some dramatic emphasis. No, I'm talking about the big ones.

It is with a certain amount of pride that I can say to you that until yesterday, it only happened once. One time, I wrote the word "shirt." Except that I mistyped, and left out the "r." That morning, as I recall, it took about 30 seconds from the time I sent out the morning Wake Up Call to the moment I got an email - ironically, from Bentonville, Arkansas - letting me know that I had a typo that I probably wanted to fix. Which I did. Immediately. And apologized.

I say "until yesterday," because yesterday, it happened again. But in this case, it wasn't a typo. It was in an email that was one of dozens that I read before I posed it, but somehow missed the colorful dropping of the f-bomb. I just missed it.

The problem was that I had a full morning planned, so as soon as I sent out the Wake Up Call, I went for a run. (Actually a jog. But allow me my delusions.) Came back, grabbed a shower, and then went to get a haircut. So it was a bit of time before I got back to my laptop and found some emails wondering - with a certain amount of good humor - whether I'd lost my mind or had somehow instituted new standards for discourse on MNB. Needless to say, I fixed it. Immediately.

The problem with working without a net each morning is that sometimes I fall. But here's the best thing about MNB ... in this case, when I fell, you were there to catch me. And I appreciate that. And I can only hope that it is another 12 years before it happens again.

Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa....

That's what is on my mind this Friday morning. As always, I want to hear what is on your mind.

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