Well, that was awkward...

When I get nervous, I talk. It's the desperate, fill-the-silence, panicky kind of speaking that is pretty much involuntary. I'll be standing there listening to myself, thinking "Oh gosh, someone needs to stop me!"

It's not pretty.

On Tuesday, I shared my most recent foot-in-the-mouth experience.

And now I want to hear about yours.

A good example would be if that guy from church linked up his side of this story.

And this one. This one counts too.

Or if my mother-in-law read this post.

See? I've shared so many of my finest moments with you.

No it's your turn.

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Well, that was awkward

Write a post, and link up below. Be sure to link back, so your readers can come check out all of the other awkward stories.

And here, I even made a button


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(using this button is not necessary. But you know you want to.)

I'll leave the linky up through tomorrow. Let's say- Friday night, at midnight.