We all have moments in our lives we’d rather forget. Right? C’mon, think hard. You know you do.
Perhaps it’s a photo? Like the one below, which just totally cracks me up every time I see it.
My brother, Tom, and father are in the back row. Left to right, of course. In the middle are Aunt Bertha, my sister-in-law, Sharen, and Mom. Front and center is my nephew, Joshua. They were waiting patiently, I thought, for me to get the camera set up so I could join them for a nice family photo. I tripped the shutter by accident. But I’m so glad. ‘Cause in my book, this is a classic. Those expressions are priceless.
Maybe it’s something you said you’d do. Something very public. Then you didn’t come through. So now everyone can say, “Ha! Remember when you said you’d do that!?!” Like me promising to exercise. You know, saying I was going to lose some weight. So I could get all svelte and stuff.
Confession time… I haven’t been exercising. I’m a loser. L-O-S-E-R.
I have an excuse, though. I’m having back issues. As soon as we get regular health insurance coverage and not this COBRA crap, I’ll get it checked out. I only have to hold out about two more weeks. Maybe then I’ll get back on track.
Until such time, go ahead and call me a loser. I don’t embarrass easily.
Maybe you have a funny story? I have lots. I’m not necessarily the subject of all of them. The first that came to mind (I guess because of today’s photo) as I was contemplating this post happened quite a few years back. My son, Eric (now almost 19), was about 7. Maybe a bit younger.
I was with the folks pictured in this lovely photo. We were playing cards and somehow got on the subject of old-lady pill containers. You know, those strips of little plastic compartments all fastened together with the days of the week on them in sequential order? We were telling my brother he needed one of those because he was getting OLD.
My darling son chimed in and swore I owned one.
“No I don’t,” I said.
“Yes, you do,” he insisted.
We went back and forth like that several times. He was quite adamant. Then he finally said, all loud (he may have even stood up)…
“You do, too. In your bathroom. You know, the little round one with the days of the week all in a circle?”
Everyone but Eric realized he was, of course, talking about my birth control pills. We were laughing hysterically. Not just because of what he said, but because he was laughing, too. Really hard. But he had no idea what was so funny. How do you explain birth control to a 7-year-old?
It wasn’t really embarrassing. But it sure was funny.
If you have an embarrassing moment to share, even if I am the subject, add it to the comments. I’m sure all of my faithful fans can use a good chuckle.