Sort of Like "I Went to a Fight and a Hockey Game Broke Out"

I was out visiting today, although if pressed, I would give people their mail. I was talking to the mother of the young man who starred in a recent post. Apparently inadvertent eye contact runs in the family. To be fair, she would have had trouble avoiding eye contact since I was like, "I see you in there."
She said that her son wanted the URL of this blog. I was sort of embarrassed. I told her that it was kind of puerile. Then I realized how irritating it was that I know words like puerile (also penultimate) and when I blog, it still is puerile. Wow, there's a post right there. This thing practically writes itself. I was hoping, though, that it wouldn't be so obvious.