Okay, we all do it. Yep, we've done something that so embarrassed us, we wish the earth would open and swallow us. Today was one of those days for me.

We have this group of crazy ladies in our neighborhood. We've named ourselves the Queens of the Springs after our neighborhood. We have parties and get togethers frequently. I'm hosting the next one and one of our requirements is that you wear a boa and a tiara. Well, being constantly broke I went to Walfart and bought a Barbie Princess crown for 5.99 last year.

Well, I had tiara envy so now that we are a little bit more financially stable, I went and bought one today. Nothing big, just a wedding tiara. So when Mikey and I come home from his class, we are sitting upstairs doing lessons and I opened it and put it on my head. Mikey said...oooh Mommy you are so beautiful; you look like a princess. I hugged him and reminded him that I'm a queen, though.

Later on I decide to go get the mail. Yes I left that dang tiara on my head and of course, not one, but two neighbors and the mailman saw me.

What is your embarrassing moment?

I could do this once a week.
And I still blush over this one that's over 30 years old:

It's the first formal ball we are attending after husband and I married (May, 1971)....he's officer in USAF and has dated a much less conservative sort of female. I just arrived in CA and know no one so I ask him what I should wear to this ball. His only advice is, "It's a contest to see who can show the most skin."
OMG. I rarely show my elbows. I spend weeks looking for something....anything that will work - but find nothing.
So I arrange to have a ball gown made. Picture this - dark blue satin 1/4" thick, gorgeous stuff, expensive stuff, yards and yards of it making a very, very full, floor length skirt. The same satin in pale blue making the top with very full, long sleeves, 4" cuffs encrusted with fantastic jewels in all shades of blue. The waistline is encrusted with jewels. But what is dramatic is the plunging neckline .... it plunges to the waist. ~blush~ It wins any contest to show some skin.
Too bad every other woman at the "ball" is wearing a long sleeved white blouse and a floor-length, plaid, wool skirt.

What a fun thread!

we hadn't been married very long and I couldn't cook at all. Mr.Alffe's grandparents were passing thru town and going to stop in for a short visit with us. Gran was an excellent cook so I thought I could manage to make dessert for them...a pumpkin pie didn't sound hard when I read the can.

The only problem was I put both a bottom and top crust on it! She smiled when I served it and said "well, I never thought about putting a top crust on pumpin pie."

I have too many embarassing moments to remember them all, but I do remember this one.

I had gone to the bathroom and was walking down the hall back to my office I had on a teeny tiny skirt - was really skinny at the time so obviously this was years ago. Well, 19 years ago.

Anyway, I was just getting to the office when a professor said, "Um, Nancy, you might want to go check your backside in a mirror."

Which I did. My skirt was tucked up under the waist of my pantyhose, in the back, with a small string of toilet paper hanging from it as well.

Well... please allow me to THANK you for this hilarious thread!

In my slimmer, trimmer, younger years... early 20's, single, and free.... it was a hot summer night so I slept in the nude... a fan was propped in my window... one of those old fashioned ones - big, square... it actually held the window up - one of those windows with a wooden frame, little metal knobs that u used to lift them up (some of you young ones won't get the picture)... anyway... picture this....

I woke up freezing cold.
Time to shut the fan off and close the window... one more precious hour to sleep....

I get up... still nude, remove the fan... well, wouldn't you know it, the darn window wouldn't shut...

so I tugged... and tugged... and those little metal knobby things were useless so I put my hands right around the wooden frame at the bottom and pulled down....

thud....

it shut...

and trapped my right hand... stuck in between the window and the sill...ouch...!!

here I am... nude, crouched down under a big window, one hand stuck and with the other, I grabbed a 12 inch ruler that was the only thing within reach... needless to say, it wouldn't pry the window up.... and it snapped ...

I'm starting to imagine all sorts of endings when along comes an old crippled man with a cane, taking his early morning stroll... I yelled thru the window... help.....

he dragged a ladder (which was leaned against the building, thank goodness!) to below my sill...

he managed to lift the the window... I grabbed a pillow to cover myself ... ran from the room, covered myself with a housecoat to go outside and thank him...

he was gone

I don't know what ever became of him... but I must admit this was one of my most embaressing moments....

perhaps it was a thrill for that old man...

perhaps....

lol...

LMAOPIMP!!!!!

I have to say thank you to Addy because that is one of the most hilarious embarrassing moments I"ve heard in a LONG time! LOL! Bless your heart.

Well, look at it this way.... Back then in your early 20s, at least your boobies probably weren't sagging all the way to the windowsill to cause even more embarrassment!

LOL!

Hi ((ladies)) - funny thread!

Mine was back when I was a freshman in high school. My boyfriend was a little older and had a car, and it was the first time my parents allowed me to go to a concert downtown with him and his friends. It was the early 70s, and the concert was Deep Purple.

The only stipulation was my wardrobe. My mom grew up in the generation where ladies wore dresses and gloves when they went out. There was no way in heck she was going to let me go in faded and torn blue jeans and a halter top.

She made me go to that concert dressed in a bright yellow shirt, yellow/lime green checkered elephant pants and saddle shoes!!

We were walking through the hallway of the stadium, and I stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone was dressed in faded jeans and bandanas, and most of the people were pretty high. A group of people approached us, and one woman almost fell to her knees laughing at me.

I was so humiliated then, but I know I looked funny and completely out of place. If that woman is still alive, I hope she was sober enough back then to still laugh about me now.