This just came to mind, I thought I’d share it because it was one of my best moments ( I don’t have many).
Anywayyyy, *holy shiz* last month on Easter, I made lemon cookies and brought them to my grandparent’s house for everyone, cause manners. Everybody liked them, even my grandpa, who, truth be told, hardly likes anything! CAN IT GET ANY BETTER? YES IT CAN. The next day, he called especially to tell me that he brought the leftovers to work and everybody loved them!
Now an embarrassing story, because obviously it wouldn‘t be right for me to leave on a high.
So when I was at camp last year, the way it worked was you get there on
Monday, the boy’s swim test is on Tuesday, and the girls go on
Wednesday. The entire first half of the week, I was super pumped for
the swim test, cause even people who suck at swimming and can’t go in
water deeper than 4′ 8″ can pass the test *sarcasm*. You know what’s
coming. I failed. Twice. The first time, the lady fished me out and asked
if I wanted to try again. I guess almost drowning numbs your brain, *or
my brain is always numb* cause I said yes. And she had to fish me
out again. Couldn’t possibly have gotten any worse, right? WRONG. Not
only was I the one girl who failed the test, I had to make things worse
and cry about it. In front of everybody. That was the most
embarrassing moment of my entire life. For now. But I’m okay, I’m fine. *grins and dies a little inside*
*Just to clarify, I never learned to swim when I was little, and when I finally was taught *cough a month before I went to camp cough*, I only learned the bare basics.
Never fear, people of WordPress, for I shall never run out of embarrassing stories as long as I live