There would be other embarrassing moments in my future.

 I’d say the wrong thing.

I’d stumble over the heel of my stacked loafers more than five times before I’d realize it was the shoes and not me and my klutzy tendencies. 

I’d sneeze the wrong way and stuff would come out of my nose in public. 

A kid would ask why my hair was black where it connected to my head but blond the rest of the way. 

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Today I’m sharing over at The Story Sessions — yay!

Unfortunately, I’m sharing about an embarrassing moment — bleh.

It’s okay — I’ve gotten over it, which is good because it happened so long ago. I’ve got plenty of new embarrassing moment stories now, but we don’t need to dwell on those.

If you’d like to read about my humiliation, click and be magically transported —>

An Embarrassing Moment

And as always, thanks for stopping by. Mwah!