where i got it: sweater & glasses-forever 21 // chambray & pants-american eagle // boots-nordstrom
Have you ever had that moment where you're so incredibly embarrassed and there's nothing anyone could say that makes you want to live any longer? Well, there was this one time, yesterday, when hubs and I were on our way to the gym. We gathered our iPods and the car keys, opened the door, then hubs started running away from me like I was chasing him, and I thought "yes. this will be fun." So I ran as fast as I could after him and started chasing him down the stairs in our apartment complex, completely grabbing his butt/groping him while he squealed like a little girl. Then right before we got to the bottom I looked up and noticed a man from our church walking slowly behind us, trying to look everywhere except at us. He was memorizing the wall, and looking at the ceiling. it was obvious he felt very uncomfortable.
I quickly apologized, not knowing what else to say, he awkwardly smiled and didn't look me in the eyes. Once hubs and I get in the car he says the guy was behind us the WHOLE TIME, as in he was behind us while we acted like uncivilized pervs for three sets of stairs, meaning he saw everything. I asked hubs why he didn't say anything and he says he was too busy squealing because of my molestation that he couldn't get the words out.
I don't think I've been so mortified in my life. Church on Sunday is going to be real interesting. Note to self, keep hands to yourself at all times the moment you step out of the apartment. Consider the lesson officially learned.
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