Since i've had nothing really funny, or even mildly amusing happen lately, i will share something that happened last year.
While we were still living in Hawaii, some friends came to visit from the Mainland. We invited them over for a cookout. The children were playing outside, the men were sitting together talking and me and my friend were chatting on the couch. I hadn't seen her since we'd moved to hawaii and she was catching me up on all the things and people that i knew.
All of a sudden I see something black. I know what it is. Having lived in Hawaii, you learn to recognize the quick movement of the Ginormous B-52 (i.e. the Flying Cockroach.) It took an instant, but before i knew it I was leaping off my seat across the couch and on top of my friend, all the while screaming like a little girl being chased by a ghost.
Nobody else had seen the cockroach, so i must have seemed like some crazy, deranged lunatic. My friend just looked at me like if i had lost my mind, and our husbands were probably trying to figure out if they needed to separate us or cheer on the brawl. Needless to say the cockroach alluded me that day, but my friend never forgot the day that she came to visit her and i jumped on top of her.
I was so embarassed, but i can't say that it was the most embarassing thing to happen to me.
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