Franklin agreed to give up Franklin Friday because, as promised, I'm presenting my top ten most popular posts as part of my one thousandth post celebration. EMBARRASSING WHAT? MONDAY was first published on July 9th, 2012. As many of you know, asking you a question is an on-and-off feature on my blog.
It's #5 on my top ten hits list, and here it is after 1,010 page views:
Gentle Readers . . . and Maxwell,
What is your most embarrassing moment?
If your most embarrassing moment is sooooo embarrassing that you can't bring yourself to tell us about it (like you shat your pants while on a date), then please tell us about something embarrassing that isn't unbearable.
I've had plenty of embarrassing moments in my life. Haven't we all?
But I've managed to choose one to share with you.
I went camping when I was a young teenager -- probably 13. In and of itself, that's plenty shocking. Me? Camping?
Yes, the woman who thinks that staying in anything less than a five star hotel is tantamount to camping actually stayed in a trailer with a friend and her mom for a week. We camped at a lake and had a rather good time swimming.
However, one day my friend's sister -in-law came to visit. She brought her little boy with her. He was standing up in a playpen. I think he was about a year old.
I picked him up for a cuddle. Yes, I used to think all babies were cute.
I was wearing a top my mom had made for me. It was sleeveless and had a tie on top of each shoulder that held up the top and kept it together and all that.
Did you already guess what happened?
If you figured out that the darling baby untied my top on one side, then you got it. There I was -- a young girl with one boob in and one boob out, deedle deedle dumpling I felt like a fool, for I wasn't wearing a bra. I was old enough and developed enough to wear one, but I didn't wear a bra with that particular top because the straps would have shown. During the seventies, we preferred not wearing a bra to letting our bra straps hang out.
So there's my boob, looking kind of like a piece of raw pink salmon next to the rest of tanned me. I quite calmly walked over to the playpen, put the
My "friend" was smirking. Her sister-in-law was laughing.
|The friend looked a lot like this.|
|I look a lot like this. And don't you forget it.|
Infinities of love,