Recently, Anita, in another thought provoking blog post, brought up the topic of embarrassment and candidly recounted a few of her own embarrassing moments. I've noticed that, as I've gotten older, I don't embarrass as easily as I used to. That said, whenever anyone brings up the topic of embarrassing moments, one such moment always stands out. I told Anita that I was too embarrased to reveal it on her blog. I will attempt to do it here...
This "moment" occurred several years ago. Chaco was a toddler, Wolfgang was pretty much brand new, Meego was still floating around in the whole time-space continuum. I vividly remember the kids' ages precisely because of what happened.
Magnum and I had gone out and ordered us a new mattress and box spring. It was to be delivered by the mattress store, and as is customary, the old mattress would be hauled away. So the time came and these two big burly guys showed up with the new stuff. Step one was to remove the old stuff.
I remember it was early evening. I had just finished nursing newbie Wolfgang, and was cuddling him as I led the burly bed boys upstairs to the bedroom.
Okay, so I've got this just-a-few-weeks-old infant. Now ladies (and guys probably), you remember what the doctor said about having ______ in the few weeks after giving birth? About how your ______, if that is your preferred _______ control method of choice, doesn't really fit the same anymore? Since the ________ was our preferred __________ control method of choice, and I hadn't yet gotten to the point of being fitted for a new _______, Magnum and I used ________.
Anyway, back to the bedroom. There we were - Magnum, me, baby Wolfgang - Chaco was probably around somewhere eating paint chips or something. The burly bed boys go to move the old mattress and out flutters a bright red ________ wrapper.
I was mortified.
Magnun was not. In fact, I think he and the bed boys had a bit of a male bonding moment in those few seconds of words-not-necessary.
All ended up fine. We got the new mattress installed. The old one was removed. Somewhere in the fray the ______ wrapper was disposed of. I never saw those guys again.
I hope.
Your turn :)
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6 comments:
Mad Libs? Is this a Mad Libs game? I love that game!
.... oh.... never mind. That's not a Juicy Fruit wrapper you're talking about here, is it...?
Most embarrassing moment? No thanks. I'll pass on that challenge. I blush at the drop of a hat. I get embarrassed if someone looks at me wrong. I won't be reliving any of it via the blog, thanks! :-)
Thank you Abby. I'm SO glad you decided to participate in my little inquiry, because this is a good one! LOL
I challenge your readers to come up with one that tops yours.
Okay, maybe that's too big of a challenge. Perhaps they can come up with a 6 or 7 on the scale of 10.
Coulda been worse; you could have had a wardrobe malfunction after nursing Wolfgang and flashed the bed boys too.
Red wrapper,huh? Go Magnum!
One more thing readers - put yourself in Abby or Magnum's place. What would you have done?
Ha! I'll bet you took a good "ribbing" for that one!
I can see how Magnum's street cred probably jumped a few points with those guys. It could have been worse - it could have dropped out in front of the parents or friends.
A wrapper, huh? That wouldn't bother me too much. But I thought you were going to say, um, a used __________. See? Slightly worse! Maybe the trick is to imagine something worse so that you don't feel so bad about what actually happened. :)
I am drawing a blank on a tale to share at the moment, which is crazy since I am pretty sure I used to embarrass myself regularly. But I don't embarrass (or get offended) easily these days. (If I think of something, I'll come back!)
I guess I can understand the embarrassment there, but I that wouldn't embarrass me. My boyfriend though... probably.
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