Day 10, Friday: Most embarrassing moment (s). Spill.
I can't think of just one MOST embarrassing, so let me share a recent one. I had a hysterectomy in 2011 that left my belly with a substantial scar. Runs from my belly button as far down south as it can. Consequently, when I'm at the health club, I keep my rump to everyone because I'm embarrassed by the scar. In retrospect, the hunk of toilet paper hanging out from between butt cheeks was probably more embarrassing.
Now if you'll excuse me, I must move to a land where no one speaks English and therefore cannot speak of my shame.
These are the thoughts and observations of me — a woman of a certain age. (Oh, my, God, I'm 65!) I'm single. I'm successful enough (independent, self supporting). I live just outside Chicago, the best city in the world. I'm an aunt and a friend. I feel that voices like mine are rather underrepresented online or in print. So here I am. If my musings resonate with you, please visit my blog again sometime.
OMG. I actually laughed out loud!
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