Apparently you can’t die of embarrassment..

Back in my grad school days I lived in a ghetto urban apartment with a dog, dog had diarrhea at 2am, run outside with dog wearing a pair of Jammie shorts and a tshirt and no shoes. It is November in MN, I didn’t have keys or a jacket, but did get the dog outside in time. Now I’m barefoot and locked outside. I banged on the neighbors window (stranger) and woke him up so he could let me in, yeah stuff happens with critters and kids! The memories will be well worth it!
 
Back in my grad school days I lived in a ghetto urban apartment with a dog, dog had diarrhea at 2am, run outside with dog wearing a pair of Jammie shorts and a tshirt and no shoes. It is November in MN, I didn’t have keys or a jacket, but did get the dog outside in time. Now I’m barefoot and locked outside. I banged on the neighbors window (stranger) and woke him up so he could let me in, yeah stuff happens with critters and kids! The memories will be well worth it!
I can live without the memory of..
I just weened my son, he was about 18 months old. I took him grocery shopping with me, and in the middle of crowded store (Saturday morning), he grabs my shirt and starts screaming for n*pples! I died.
 
I can live without the memory of..
I just weened my son, he was about 18 months old. I took him grocery shopping with me, and in the middle of crowded store (Saturday morning), he grabs my shirt and starts screaming for n*pples! I died.
I think this one is the winner. :lau
 
My sister was very pregnant with her 3rd kid when we walked past a Victoria Secrets display and her oldest (about 5), pointed to some lingerie and said “Mommy has those!” She did not.

Five years later we went to Zoo Atlanta with our kids and her “baby” pointed to the gorilla playing with it’s poop and said “I think he’s writing his name!”

My sister’s kids are grown now, but still speak fondly of the lovely shade of scarlet she turns when mortified.
 
My sister was very pregnant with her 3rd kid when we walked past a Victoria Secrets display and her oldest (about 5), pointed to some lingerie and said “Mommy has those!” She did not.

Five years later we went to Zoo Atlanta with our kids and her “baby” pointed to the gorilla playing with it’s poop and said “I think he’s writing his name!”

My sister’s kids are grown now, but still speak fondly of the lovely shade of scarlet she turns when mortified.
Mortifying to the mamas, but apparently hysterical to everyone else! Our children better take care of us when we’re old and decrepit!
 
Also, I’m already old and decrepit…
Girl you are not! Maybe you’re like I am, and you just FEEL old and decrepit! I’ll be complaining to my in-laws or my Dr and they’re like, oh you’re still young!
Me: Compared to what??? Try telling back how young I am…or my eyesight, or my left ankle, or my hormones, or my gallbladder, or my..the list goes on and on.
 

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