I don’t embarrass easily so when people are sharing their most embarrassing moments, I’m not really able to contribute. Things that should embarrass me—like finding hubby behind me when I’ve just finished singing Steve’s Silly Hat song, complete with the dance—don’t even faze me.
For my would-be embarrassing moments, I have so far been lucky enough to be alone—like cowering under a table armed with a fly swatter peering out at a giant wasp. Of course, had I not been alone that one would have never happened. I would have simply ran out of the house while someone else disposed of the alien wasp.
Then there was the time I was halfway to a friend’s house—sans kids—when I realized the cd I had been singing along to was Elmopalooza. These are things people would never know. That is until I out myself—which I would never do if it would embarrass me. I guess I’m just not that kind of person.
I have just too many to ever list. Seems I am always putting my foot in my mouth, like the time when I was talking about the biggest slut in high school and found out I was telling the story to HER SISTER.. oops…