A friend dropped by on Saturday with a plate full of fudge. (I swear I was born lucky.) We chatted for a few minutes and then I pushed her out the door so I could gorge on the fudge she had to leave. After we said our goodbyes and she closed the front door, my son looked at me and said, "Boy, I bet you are embarrassed."
I couldn't think of any social sins I committed during the course of our conversation, so I asked Weston, "Why should I be embarrassed?"
"Because the back of your skirt is tucked into your underwear."