March 2007

yes, i am recording the account of the single most embarrassing moment in this 33 year old life and it is being released on the world wide web for the whole world to see (or the 2 people who have seen this blog).it was a regular old thursday. for the most part it had been a boring day. two letters to draft for the texas book festival, supplies to order, emails to the texas library association for conferece badges. and the gray skies gave this boring day a quintessential backdrop. i had just received my paycheck and the first thing i wanted to do with it was to buy my niece's birthday present. i said good-bye to my boss, ran to the bathroom, and hopped in my car. sitting there in the driver's seat something did not quite feel right with my skirt. it was my all time favorite skirt. when one is poor, one wears the same clothes over and over again. this skirt had seen the outdoors many a time; with that it had seen some premature aging. i stepped out of my car to head to old navy in search of some summer sandals for aiden. my skirt felt quite loose. i thought it had loosened some but not enough for great significance. i thought it would be a good idea to look for something to wear for the rest of the day though, just in case. i looked and looked for something and then decided to pick up aiden's shoes and call kara to make sure i had the correct ones. one hand held my cell and the other held aiden's shoes. everyone in the world fears losing clothing in public places. my childhood nightmare from our years in south america was riding my bike to school only to find that i had forgotten to get dressed. i was not a child anymore. and the elastic broke and the skirt fell past my knees. of course this day of all days the only pair of underwear i could find happen to be the purple leopard print ones, not the boring black ones or the pink. it is my hope that the lady who laughed at me and stared at my underwear is the only person on the planet that witnessed the horrifying sight. if so, may i never see her again. and never again can i walk into the hancock old navy. (that makes two stores i can't walk in to. a month ago i accidentally walked into the men's restroom in borders books, my second most embarrassing moment and another person i hope never to see again.)needless to say, i have a new pair of black pants.