Awkward

I just love being horridly, incredibly awkward. Add to the klutziness an unrelenting, insatiable need to replay every poor pitiful attempt at a social interaction over & over & over again and I’veĀ perfected the recipe for the low-sleep anxiety cookie.

Because honestly, if there’s one thing I know to be absolute certainty, it’s that the first time might not actually be so bad. But by the 53rd replay you’e got mimes crying for you in a box (Or worse, doing the slow clap!) while you fall all over your big mouth. (Oh and that hairless cats are really creepy, but that’s a whole ‘nother ball of wax!)

And, of course, my most horrendous cases of this awkwardness are generally around either my boss/co-workers to the most highly attractive members of the opposite sex that are in the vicinity. At least these episodes are probably much worse in my own mind! Yeah, that’s it…totally not at all why I’m single and spend all my time at home alone with my toddler watching Curious George and Strawberry Shortcake. Good thing I’m fine dating Netflix! At least I rarely forget to stock up on popcorn, chips, salsa, and pickles…the ‘late night, date night’ foods of choice for my big chair marathons!