It adds character

What you're about to read is me being entirely too raw, but you're catching me at a weak moment. And things like this are too funny not to share.

Its the last night of a wonderful conference in Seagrove Florida with all the staff of CCC in the SE region. A group of 30 or so were out to dinner and noticeably late to the main meeting. As a result, Hannah and I ended up with the back wall seats next to the 'important people.' You see, thats the row of seats normally saved for people in and out of the meeting, but there weren't many other options, so we sat down.

Great news--Paul and Amy were emceeing. I. Love. Them. They really are funny, but Hannah and I find nearly every word out of their mouth a wee bit funnier than the average folk. They had us rolling.

Its mid way through the meeting. At this point, eye make up is surely wiped away as I've cried through my laughter while trying to 'be cool.' But what was about to happen was anything but cool.

I wish I could remember what the joke was--you know to justify that it really was THAT funny. But I have no clue. Anyway, Paul said something that had me going...and going...and going...

Now, at this point its important to know my surroundings. Chad is on the far end to my right, paying full attention and taking notes. Tom, to his right, is cracking up and chatting a bit. Jenny, to his right, cannot control herself. She is worse than Hannah and I. Then Hannah is next to her, followed by me, then Brooke who is serious at ever at this point, and the Elmores, the sweetest staffers in our region.

So I'm laughing and laughing and laughing...and my posture for that typically is convulsion. See, I know you're judging me right now, but if you're honest with yourself its true about you too. Then it happens.

I lift my head up only to realize that I have brought my sweater with my mouth. Yup, I have snagged my sweater on my braces. Afraid of making it worse, I just point. Yea, that will make it better. Tom, looks at me and says "Ohhhhh your sweater." Hannah looks up and nearly dies. She helps me to unwind the string that is not engulfed in my mouth.

Really??? Who does that?? Who snags their sweater on their braces??? Thats a great indication that you have braces.

Paul naturally had moved on to something serious only drawing that much more attention to me and my horribly behaved back row. We played it off and pretended like nothing was happening. Just a minor accident thats all. No one was hurt, all is still in tact and you'd hardly know I snagged my sweater. I guess it added character. To the sweater for sure, and to me for surviving yet another embarrassing moment.

Blessings.