When Christmas morning rolled around, I was the first to wake up because my side of the bed is closest to the window, and I heard Noah's parents pulling into the driveway. The plan was that they and my parents would wait in the driveway until we opened the front door, so everyone could come in and see Ethan's reaction to the bounty brought by Father Christmas.
Best laid plans, and all that.
Noah's mom needed the loo, so I staggered out of bed when I heard their voices outside. I grabbed a cardigan and threw it on over my new Christmas pajamas from my mom—a trendy pair of roll-cuff sweatpants and a turquoise tank top with a groovy peace sign on the front.
I reached the front door just as my in-laws were coming up the steps. Leaning over, I grabbed the jingle bells on the handle and quietly opened the door to Noah's mom, who flinched as though I motioned to strike her, then spread her arms to provide protective cover and shouted, "Erin, your boob is out!"
Alas, so it was. In my clamber out of bed the tank top had become twisted. The cardigan had slipped as I leaned over to silence the jingle bells, thus exposing the misaligned tank and my integrity to the elements.
In summation, I flashed my mother-in-law on Christmas morning. I assured everyone this isn't about to become a new Christmas morning tradition, although next year I may go to bed wearing festive pasties, just in case. My only consolation is that it wasn't my father-in-law who made it to the door first.
HAHA!! wow. at least it wasn't captured on film....
I'm not finished laughing at (with!) the title yet
Lisa—I can laugh now. Although I wasn't all that embarrassed, having birthed a child and gone through the humiliation of having seemingly hundreds of medical professionals inspect my lady bits.
stephanie—They'll probably show up with cameras rolling next Christmas.
Jen—Yes, the titles almost always have special meaning. This one is tri-meaning: It's cold, Clark Griswold in Christmas Vacation, and my boob.
I knew we shoul'd have video chatted on skype instead of just audio.
Hahaha, that sound like precisely the sort of mildly embarrassing dumbass thing *I'd* do.
In fact, yes, when William was a baby and breastfeeding I did once accidently leave my boob out whilst chatting to girlfriends. They were too polite to say anything...
Oh, now that's some good times ... perhaps only if you weren't there, but all the same ... :)
LOL - my humiliating boob moment: 8th grade (already well endowed), a class trip, a swimming pool, a diving board and a one piece strapless bathing suit. Picture it. :-O
This kid named Craig looked me right in the eye and said with a perfectly straight face, "Thank you, Kelly."
I saw him at church this past Christmas when I was in town for a visit; probably the first time on over 25 years, and I KNOW when he looked at me that's the first thing he thought about. I did too.
This makes me want to hug you. But then I worry you'd throw your boob at me so then again, maybe not.
But seriously, this is the stuff of my nightmares. Good thing I have zero boobs.
Erin, you need to come back to chicago. Surely you'd have noticed the cool winter wind, um, nipping at your nose.
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