Speaking of awkward moments, Busy Boy's soccer party was last week. They had a nice time, but when it was time to give out the trophies, it seemed that the engraving was a little "off" on 6 out of the 13 trophies, Busy Boy's included (we have a new last name, now). But, the errors were quite amusing, the best of which was when it was time to give out Thom's (short for "Thomas"), it said "Thor". Nobody knew or cared who turned in the names, we knew it wasn't their fault, the engraver got them wrong, they're going to get them fixed, and the kids were fine with it.
I went to get my hair cut last night and I saw a mom from the soccer team. The last time I saw her was at the party, and, otherwise, we only see each other at soccer.
Other mom (laughing): "Hey, shouldn't you be at soccer practice?"
Me (just being a general smartass): "Nah, we decided not to go back after the trophies were wrong."
Have you figured out who order the trophies? Wait for it...wait for it...
Other mom: "Oh, I felt so bad, but they're going to be ready on Saturday, I promise I'll get them to you as soon as I can. I have your phone number, I'll call you right away and bring it over."
Gah.
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Doesn't it just always work out that way??
And that last comment was supposed to say "Empress", not just "Em"!
Thor...god of thunder and heck of a good goalie! ;-)
oops!
This sounds like the kind of thing that happens to me on a daily basis. Footinthemouthitis. I HATE it!
Our soccer party is this Sunday. Plenty of opportunities for suburban disaster. Bring it on.
I hate when that happens and then there is never a hole in the ground big enough to suck me in and take me away from that spot.
Oh yeah, open mouth insert foot syndrome plagues me daily.
Busy Mom (removing brogan from mouth), "I hope you know I was just teasing. It's nothing to worry about," she says worriedly.
Mmmmmm, feet....it's what's for dinner!
It could've been worse....she could've been in charge of ordering the names on the uniforms! Although, Thor would've been a really intimidating name for the opposing teams!
I'll try and help you feel a little better:
We buy dog food in the biggest bag we can get, about once a month. I would take the dogs with me to Petsmart so they could feel like they were "part of" the hunter/gatherer experience. Plus I loved that all the ladies would gush over how cute the dogs were.
We're getting out of the car and a particularly cute girl is getting out of the car next to us with HER dog.
Clever as always, I say "Is it that time of the month for you, too?"
LMAO....you kinda put your cleat in your mouth!
oh NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOo!!!! hahahahahahah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Next time you see her at practice say "Hey, you took away my lame excuse to skip practice, How are you?" . Include a big smile and a friendly touch on the arm.
Yes, well, nothing like a bit of foot for a Friday snack!
We've all done worse...much worse!
Want some salt to go with your foot?
I'm glad to know I'm not the only one who winds up eating my feet these days!!
THANK YOU BEN FOR THE LAUGH TOO!
Are you sure we're not related? This is TOTALLY something I would do!
Heh...smooth ;)
Bwahahaha! Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry, but that was great!
Happy Friday and weekend BusyMom!
(OK, I admit, I was going to shorten that to BM but it just looked TOO wrong! LOL!)
It was inevitable, wasn't it? ;)
-G
LOL! It was practically guaranteed once the words came out of your mouth... this is definitely something that would happen to me. Apparently I like the taste of my feet!