no reason for this photo.  other than it is awesome.  and crack sticks are real things in switzerland.

i thought about challenge day 10 all day.
what was my most embarrassing story?  there are SO many.  I mean, what exact story of me falling down the stairs would you like me to recount?  said the wrong thing?  tripped?  stuffed bra in jr. high?
then i asked JB, what’s a really embarrassing story of mine…
to which he replied… you don’t get embarrassed.
I turn a shade of crimson at certain things.  but things that embarrass him to high heavens, don’t bother me at all.  I think it’s hilarious to see him get embarrassed, to see him hide his head over an embarrassing movie scene.  which makes it even more fun for him when I turn bright red over what’s usually actually a compliment.

So I figured I’d just tell a funny story, which was definitely embarrassing.  But more of an everyday kind of embarrassment for me.  The time I had to leave the house and drive across town with… no pants on.

As an ancient post would remind you, I’m a total freak show when it comes to being home alone.  Spending the night alone in my house?  hate hate hate it.  I check doors ten times.  I triple check locked doors.  Every noise I hear is someone coming to kill me.  { I watch too many crime shows.  }

Last year JB had to go to his companies home office in St. Louis, and left me home alone for a long weekend.  And I was certain that this one night they were coming for me.  whoever they are i’m not sure.  my brain is not rational at midnight in my home alone.

So of course I lock a door I don’t normally lock.  The door leading to the garage.  Oh but it’s getting locked this time I think.  no lock is safe.  The next morning I go out to the garage to grab something in my car parked inside the garage.  and boom.  I’m locked out.   in my T shirt and my panties, friends.  of course.  my parents were out of town, my in-law’s were out of town… I think… where can I find another key?  SoI break into my in-laws house… where I have to walk my behind from the car to the front doorstep.  and THANK THE GOOD LORD they are the most organized humans in existence… I find it.  I borrowed a towel to wrap around my waist and by noon that morning I was back inside my house.  Proving to myself, it’s darn hard for them (the people that are trying to kill me every night I’m alone) to get to me.