Foot in Mouth Friday
"OMG!!" I said. "Why do you need it?! Are you guys getting married?!"
She lives with her boyfriend. Why I got all suburban sentimental on her, I do not know.
"Mary," she said, in a voice that suggested I should stop talking.
Open mouth, insert foot.
"OMG!!" I said, "Did he propose?! Are you getting married?! Is that why you need my address?!"
"Mary. I want to send you a birthday card."
"Oh." I said. "Um, nevermind. Thank you?"
Can you remember a time--perhaps the last time--that you had your foot so far down your throat you could taste bile? Tell me, and let me know I'm not alone in my feeling of self-loathing. This conversation took place over a year ago and I still feel bad about it.
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