Embarrassments are, um, embarrassing. Here, read mine and then you’ll feel better about yours.
- We’ve been cooped up in the house with an ugly fever since Sunday. Yesterday, I walked in the door after being outside for the first time in days and realized that my house smells like…farts.
- Today, Do-bug was well enough to go back to school. Yay! Dada drove her in. And then I got a call, “Um…is there school today? There doesn’t really seem to be anyone there.” So I checked the calendar where it says in bold letters, NO SCHOOL. Her teacher came out at the same time to witness our mortification. And then I realized that this is what it meant on my calendar for last week when I had a note written to myself to sign Do-bug up for Discovery Care.
Feel better?
Good; thought you would.
I’m going to go light a candle.