I think it is time for a "things I have been embarassed about in my life" post.

When I was a kid, I was embarassed about how hairy I was. Now, thinking back on it, it couldn't be that obvious, but I always felt very sasquatch-ish because the backs of my hands and fingers had hair on them. The hair has either lessened now, or I just don't pay as much attention anymore, because that embarassment has waned.
But one thing I will never get over being embarassed about was that time I farted in front of a boy while we were alone in a practice room in high school. And that time in 3rd grade when the same thing happened while I was playing chess with a guy. I remember we were sitting on the typical public school classroom tile floor, and it made quite a loud sounding board. I mean, we were still at an age where the boy probably farted in front of his parents all the time and laughed about it, but I was totally embarassed. And he didn't laugh. He ignored it. In fact, both times, it was ignored by the other party, which actually made it worse. I really feel like because my family just laughs at that kind of stuff, I have much less control over certain muscles than another person who would have to hold it in even at home might. A friend once told me that she went to the bathroom whenever she had to let one out at home. I was awed, and a little disbelieving. But now, I think it might have been best if my family had been the same.

Another embarassing moment was in college, when a prof invited our 12 person class over to her (beautiful) house to hang out and watch the BBC version of Tom Jones. I got there 15 minutes early because it was easier to find than expected, and had to drive around the neighborhood for a while to finally knock on her door on time. I was still the first to arrive by around 30 minutes. She offered me tea, and so I had a cup, even though I don't usually have stuff like that. And then she passed me the sugar bowl (who in reality has sugar in a separate porcelein bowl?! apparently, artsy college professors with perfectly decorated artsy houses...and my grandmother. Well, not _my_ grandmother, but probably yours.) And I proceeded to accidentally drip tea into her sugar. Which, while I don't know much about these things, I assume ruined all the sugar in her little porcelein bowl. I still cringe when I think about it.

The final embarassing moment that I can think of for now, is when I went over to Aaron's grandparents' house for dinner for the first time. They are definitely people that would and do have a porcelein sugar bowl. They served salad, with little cherry tomatoes. Being a total klutz, I tried spearing one of the little devils with my fork. It broke open _and_ slid off my plate, leaving a red splotch on the white tablecloth. When everyone saw that I left the second tomato alone, they laughed and said, "Not going to risk it?" They were really nice about it and didn't care, but I think about it on sleepless nights.