The Embarrassing Moments I Need to Stop Having

I was at a middle school this week doing my typical work thing (what? You don’t believe I rap that in front of 8th graders?). But when I got to my car, my arm brushed my waist and I realized a horrible, horrible thing: my pant belt had been unbuckled since I used the restroom BEFORE that presentation. Cue a red face and an expletive come out of my mouth (ok, not really, but I thought it). I rationalized that the counselor in the room would have said something to me since she was facing me the whole time, so I sat in relief that my dress shirt was just long enough to cover the fact that my belt was hanging loose the whole time.

But I find that I have these moments more and more often – that, or now I’m documenting them on Facebook, so I get those pop-ups: “Remember one year ago when you posted this hilariously awful thing that happened to you?” I don’t know why I’m voluntarily sharing my embarrassing moments, but for some reason, I feel so close to all you readers. So here you go…the embarrassing moments I need to stop having – that Facebook keeps reminding me of.

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For real, this happened AT Christmas dinner. With everyone. Could you tell I was a starving, nursing mama?

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OMG – I remember this so well. We were SO tired. And I laughed uncontrollably ON THE FLOOR for at least 30 seconds.

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This story is epic. Just absolutely epic.

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I’m actually surprised this one hasn’t happened again. (knocks on wood)

Please add your moments in the comments section so I can feel better about mine.

 

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