Okay, I was always picking on my friends. They must have kind of liked it because they’re still my friends! But they got their revenge.

There was this boy that I had a crush on, though I didn’t really know him. You know how it is, if he’s cute you love him? Anyway, in light of my social anxiety disorder, I had my friend call him because I was a big chicken–and it was one of those things that we were pretending that I was oblivious to her phone call to him. He asked if he could see a picture–you know, to make sure I wasn’t a freak of nature.

So I told Michelle & Nicki to leave me at my Grandma’s house and they could go drop off the picture at his house, but they convinced me to go with them and they would just park on the side of the house. Well, we pulled up and I was still nervous about being seen (because that would have looked desperate), so they told me just to lay down in the backseat and they’d cover me up with clothes (my backseat was full of them.)

So I layed on the floor of the car, all covered up, and they took off to his front door to give him a picture. Then I hear them giggling, coming back to the car.

The door flings open. I am laying under a pile of clothes on my car floor in a sort of fetal position, and HE is standing there staring at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the entire world.

And I certainly was.

Pretty Funny

On our first date, my husband took me to Saltys–a seafood place overlooking Spokane Falls. It was semi-fancy, and I was trying to make a good impression.

Before the meal we were served sourdough bread with oil & vinegar on the side for dipping.
Well, while we were eating, I dropped my napkin on the floor. I leaned over to pick it up, and as I leaned my long hair pooled into the vinegar & oil dish. I realized what had happened a little too late as it was dripping down my absorbent WOOL shirt! And of course the napkins they give you in those places are polyester, and wouldn’t soak up any of it.

We both had a good laugh, and I spent the rest of the evening with a dark oil stain down the front of my shirt, and stinking like vinegar.

Runner Up

Luke and I were at my parents house when we were dating, and we were in the kitchen making something to eat. There was a box of plastic wrap on the counter, and somehow I turned around and raked my elbow across the serrated edge. It REALLY hurt, but I didn’t want to look like a big baby. He kept saying “Are you okay?” but I was playing it cool saying “Oh, it’s fine, it doesn’t even hurt.”

Little did I know, I was bleeding quite profusely, and my act didn’t fool him, which made it even more embarrassing. He started laughing at me of course, because who do you know who has managed to sever their elbow on a Saran Wrap box?

I still have a scar.