Imagine...Christmas Eve, shopping for last minute items...with a three year old...standing in line at the photo center of Walgreens...visiting with an acquaintance...three year old hanging on to you...wiggling...hanging on...asking for Sonic The Hedgehog Christmas video...wiggling...hanging on...oops...there go the elastic waist shorts (mine, not his!!) down...down...down. Amazingly, graciously, thankfully, my hands weren't too full and I could yank them up quickly before too many people saw my behind. Before you go thinking, "Well, it couldn't have been that bad." think again. The shorts didn't just fall a little and of course I couldn't have been wearing one of my long old t-shirts. No, today's shirt wasn't one of those. My acquaintance didn't even try to make me feel better. Her comment, through her laughter, "Oh, I know you're embarrassed, but you've just made my day. I won't use your name when I retell your story!" The man behind me was left speechless.
By the way, can you give a three year old Ambien? The Bren man just dozed off and that is why I'm still awake at nearly one o'clock in the morning. I tried to explain to him that Santa wouldn't come if he was still awake. His reply, "I don't want any toys...oh, never mind...I was just kidding...uhhhh...I want to talk to Santa...can we call him?"
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Jen you keep me in stitches with your stories. Just when you think you have been embarrassed enough you are reminded that there is always more things that can happen to you that is embarrassing.
I think I like the plucking story better. Don't think you blogged that one!
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