There are days when I feel like I spend my life with my foot in my mouth.
Not on purpose.
It just seems like “embarrassment” follows me around. Like an old familiar friend.
And although “embarrassment” and I have seen our share of good times, I thought we were well on our way to breaking up. Over. Done. Finissimo. I was moving on to a new relationship with “model citizen.” Together we were going to be unstoppable….with my foot out of my mouth planted securely on the floor.Continue reading