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Was My Face Red! Wednesday

Was My Face Red! Wednesday

Welcome to Was My Face Red! Wednesday! Most of us have, at one time or another, done something so humiliating, that we wished the floor would open up and consume us. Let's swallow our pride and share those moments with others! Our shame was not in vain, if it can put a smile on someone face! You tell me yours, and I'll tell you mine...
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It's time to tell all of you what really happened, when I injured my thumb, several days ago. It was something dumber than the time I opened a frozen pizza then, realizing I didn't know what temperature to set the oven, flipped the open box over and dropped the rock-hard pizza on mt foot, breaking a toe. Possibly even more humiliating than the time I teased my bangs too high and my sister closed them up in her car's sunroof.

The story begins with my running out of my favorite antiperspirant, Secret Clinical Strength. Maybe I don't really need that much protection, but I started buying this brand when it came out and haven't used another kind since.

Well, the other day, I stepped out of the shower, dried off, and reached for said antiperspirant and discovered it was empty. Empty! Sure, there was a brand new container of Lady Speed Stick on the vanity, but I don't like that kind anymore. So I twisted the dial on the bottom of the SCS container, in hopes that I could eek out just enough to do. No luck. But I did notice that there was probably a good tablespoon of product, trapped under the plastic of the top, why it wouldn't just give in and pop out those little holes is beyond me.

I decided to pull the top off and get at the remaining product, figuring how to apply it when I came to that bridge. I twisted and pulled, pulled and twisted, with all my might. It wouldn't budge. Mind you, I was still butt naked, with a towel on my head. I must have been a sight! That's when I noticed them, there on the shelf of the open linen closet. Hub's fencing pliers! I will never know just why they were there, I'm sure. Grabbing them, I quickly devised my plan. I would hold the container in a death grip, with my left hand and strike the top, just where it attached to the bottle, harder than I have ever hit anything before.

There I was, naked, desperate, pliers in one hand, bottle in the other. I raised the pliers and brought them down on the bottle, with a resounding WHACK! Only they didn't hit the bottle, they hit my thumb and that resounding Whack! was actually a deafening scream, coming from me! I had completely missed the bottle and sent the sharp corner of those pliers into my thumb knuckle. I have no words to describe the pain, but it was really bad! I was defeated. I wound up wearing the Speed Stick and a bandage, as a bonus. My family laughed too hard to show even one ounce of sympathy. I still can't bend my thumb...


  1. I think getting your hair closed in the sunroof was funnier, the visual from that one sentence made me giggle!

    I was waiting for someone to walk in on you struggling with the deodorant!!! But that would probably have ended with "I want to Crawl Under a Rock! Thursday"...

  2. Thank goodness nobody walked in! LOL That wouldn't be a rare occurrence around here. Privacy is a rare thing.

    The day the sunroof deal happened, I really couldn't grasp what was happening and my sister was clueless, zoned out, with her finger pressing the switch to close it. It honestly felt like my scalp was being peeled from my skull. All I could think was that some bird ( a HUGE one!)had grabbed my hair and was trying to fly away with it.LOL

  3. oh my gosh, that's awful! my thumb hurts for you.


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