This Christmas season, I had the idea I was going to be original and decorate with mostly white and a dash of red. On Thanksgiving morning we hung a shelf in the living room and the kids and I began our endeavors. We got it sort of accomplished, but by Saturday, my shelf fell off the wall three times and we gave up. That same afternoon, Bruce sent Laife out to the tool shed to make a shelf out of rough pine. Laife wanted me to leave it alone, but I insisted it must be painted white and did so promptly. It turned out quite smashing.
I like that guy...
I like that guy...
And then my husband said from this same chair, "We should do something with the front porch."
I said,"The front porch is done." He hadn't even noticed my attempts out there. He got up and went out to take a look and said, "Needs some red bows or something." What a good idea... I'll find those red bows next week after the house signing that is supposed to take place.
As for embarrassing moments... Yesterday, I was invited to a lovely brunch with ten other ladies and had a grand time. It was cold, so I bundled up in layers. After having delicious food in prime elegance, I left to go grocery shopping. On the way past the thrift store, on a whim, I decided to swing in and see if there was a coat available for Laife. I hustled my way happily to the front door and stepped inside turning to the right to browse the dishes. Suddenly, I felt something rustling around my black winter boots. I looked down and discovered a black slip puddled around my ankles. Instantly, I remembered a lady on her way into the store behind me and that she probably saw the whole thing. Quickly, before she reached the door, I bent over and retrieved the offending garment off the floor and stuffed it into my purse. When she came in, I felt her eyes looking at me, but since I had buried the evidence, I'm hoping she thought she saw a mirage.
I am often accused of "having it all together" by people; so in case you were one of them, here is the obvious fact. I don't. The slip got thrown away. I will probably do other embarrassing things in the future but hopefully not that one. Moral of the story? Throw away your rags, lest they fall off you.
What is your most embarrassing moment? I told on myself, now it's your turn. As long as it's not too terrible for public consumption, I'd love to hear it.