tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post9024609308836719864..comments2024-03-09T02:13:07.502-08:00Comments on 5elementknitr: E is for Embarrassing5elementknitrhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08595545440993534260noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-49230134012610009882008-02-19T16:59:00.000-08:002008-02-19T16:59:00.000-08:00I remember Christmas shopping when I was pregnant ...I remember Christmas shopping when I was pregnant with one of my boys and I was repeatedly asked, "Oh my goodness! You shouldn't be out shopping.. you'll never make it til Christmas!" I was only 6 months pregnant at the time. Since then, I keep my mouth shut.<BR/><BR/>Like Sophanne, embarrassing moments are just a part of my day. My kids would say that every time I try to park our SUV would be near the top of the list.Tammyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13623913436571068154noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-13790496961499921752008-01-31T17:20:00.000-08:002008-01-31T17:20:00.000-08:00Hilarious! That's definitely a no-no situation!Hilarious! That's definitely a no-no situation!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08524593912913005806noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-82329291609005536002008-01-31T11:34:00.000-08:002008-01-31T11:34:00.000-08:00Embarassing moments are such a part of my life tha...Embarassing moments are such a part of my life that I rarely react to them anymore- just another daily occurrence.<BR/><BR/>There was the time that my husbands DAUGHTER (age 28) was pregnant at the beach and the condo-sharing person came to me and asked me when I was due. Not only did she mistake me for my husband's daughter, she mistook me for my husbands PREGNANT daughter-aargh.sophannehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07571217197138831872noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-39798410084628380092008-01-31T07:29:00.000-08:002008-01-31T07:29:00.000-08:00I would love to never be embarrassed. I have so m...I would love to never be embarrassed. I have so many embarrassing moments--and never forget a single one, even back to first grade--that they fill up my brain and regularly wage sneak attacks, causing me to groan out loud for no apparent reason and blush spontaneously.Yarnhoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06625926254864861603noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7583857867652090050.post-72079171188546351742008-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:002008-01-30T22:27:00.000-08:00That is priceless. I'd love that man, too :)That is priceless. I'd love that man, too :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com