A point in a conversation where you say something that you really didn't mean to.
I told Robin that I saw Mike with some girl at the movie theater last night. It just came out of my mouth like Word Vomit.
I'm sure we've all experienced it. Several nights ago we went out to dinner with a group of people. We were all sitting around the table and laughing and telling stories. A subject came up and I had a funny anecdote to share.
It sounded so much better in my head.
Which is where it should have stayed.
I opened my mouth to share it and words just came out all wrong. I couldn't stop them. Once I realized what was happening I tried to fix it. I'm not sure if I actually was able to fix it or if the damage had already been done.
My husband said he just watched in horror as it happened.
I spent the entire next day mourning over the words that tumbled out of my mouth.
I suppose that my own mouth will forever keep me humble.
"My daughter is getting proposed to tonight," I told Alexis, a friend I hadn't seen in a while. I knew she'd be happy to hear the news, "But don't tell anyone, keep it between us." She promised not to say a word.
Later that day I made a few calls and invited some people over for an impromptu engagement party, complete with cake and confetti.
"You should stop by tonight at about nine o' clock," I told Trisha, without revealing the reason for the invitation.
"Because your daughter is getting engaged tonight?" she asked.
I almost dropped the cake on the floor when I realized our mutual friend had broken the news to Trisha.
Okay, I almost threw the cake when I realized it.
A promise of, "I won't tell anyone," was record-breaking short lived. My heart dropped and I silently vowed to never tell this friend anything again.
My list of those I can trust seems to grow shorter each day.
Angela recently finished radiation treatments, a medical war against breast cancer, a battle she hadn't anticipated this time last year. At the end of agonizing months she was able to ring the bell, signifying victory. She stood strong and proud and rang it. I imagine tears in her eyes for winning the battle, for relief that the treatments were over, and that her pain would ease soon. Facebook friends cheered her on from all over the world.
My daughter chose a wedding gown and was invited to ring the bell.
Ring the bell for shopping?
Welcome to America: 2018
Where we are rewarded for menial tasks. Where we make a much bigger deal out of finding a wedding dress than we should. Where we have to make everyone feel important about everything.
Honestly, I was embarrassed when the salesgirl asked my daughter if she wanted to ring the bell. Yes, she found a dress to be married in. To wear for about four hours. It took forty-five minutes for the decision to be made. It wasn't …
Kelsey shared her pictures on Facebook from her recent vacation and her excitement over her adventures was squelched by someone chastising her for spending too much money on her travels. This led her to explain herself. She shared how hard she and her husband work in their family business, how she searches for deals on accommodations, and how she saves at every turn. I ached for her as she tried to give an explanation where none was due.
Jealously is a fiery hot weapon.
It burns anyone it comes in contact with, whether you hold it or it scorches you in the hands of others.
We've an independently owned coffee shop in the downtown business section of the town I live in. It opened earlier this year and a few months ago I heard murmurings of a second coffee shop opening not too far from my new favorite one. On the day it opened we visited our favorite coffee shop. I walked in and said, "I heard there was a new coffee shop opening in town today so we came here," trying to add …