Earlier today I was standing in the doorway of my traveling house, as I affectionately call the RV I'm currently living in, while waiting for my dog to take care of business in the yard. She was wandering around oblivious to anything, so I assumed that no one was near. My parents live in a secluded little area, so I also found myself rubbing my belly (it was full of a delicious sandwich) and stretching so that the belly was exposed as my shirt came up when I stretched. It was a cute sight to see, I'm sure.
My parents' dogs were outside as well, and one started barking. I assumed he was barking at me. My response was to say, "Hello, Cuddles! Hi my sweet Cuddle Bear!" Yes, I baby talk to the dogs. They like it, really they do. I'm not proud. Also, his name is not actually Cuddles, that's just what I call him cause he is, in fact, very cuddly.
Imagine my surprise when I heard a soft chuckle from the road... right next to me... where a couple people were walking by just in time to witness my exposed-belly-baby-talking ways.
Awkward.
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
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Hahaha... Great story. One of my favorite personally embarrassing moments occurred during college when I was sitting on a curb outside of the arts building singing to myself when all of a sudden a professor walked up behind me, made eye contact, and laughed to himself. Nice.
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