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One of them slipped out of my hand and, I presumed, hit the floor. So I took the other one off, put on a new set of earrings and went on my way. I did a little grocery shopping, picked up something at the pharmacy, stopped by the library, and went into the local barbecue place. (Big Woody’s Barbecue –the porksteaks! – but I digress.)
It was only when I got home, and happened to look in the mirror, that I spotted the dangle earring that I had tried to put on in the morning. It had caught in my sweater and was hanging, how can I put this, on my right chest-al area where one might wear a pastie (and I'm not talking the Irish hand pie).
Today was even worse.
Welcome to another slice of 'Life on Planet Pattie.'
How are things going for you? Go on, I want to hear about your embarrassing moments.
This story is part of my series Life on Planet Pattie, about the foibles of life, resilience, and the occasional furniture-moving adventure.
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Oh Pattie, my husband is wondering why I'm laughing out loud! I'll look forward to more of these tales. :D
ReplyDeleteI have found a dropped earring in my bra, after searching the entire area and finally giving up! About a month or so ago, I took myself to a nice event and paid zero attention to the fact that I had left the house wearing my garden flip flops that are at least 10 years old. I had slipped them on after my shower and then gotten distracted. I mean from the ankles up I looked great, but walking from the parking garage to the venue was challenging...
ReplyDeleteHearing things like this does my heart good, Gina. I’m really glad to know that I’m not alone.
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