I've been told over the years that I evidently have no "edit button". Which is sooo not true. I find myself editing my thoughts ALL the time, but evidently not enough.  I've been told  I am real, crazy, too funny, impatient, open, passionate, impulsive and even inappropriate.  That said, I have many many embarrasing stories and since I've opted for my profile to be "public" I hesitate to tell most. - yet, in 30-50 more years I'll be dead and I'd  hope that those stories would gain a chuckle  and an insight to who I was as an person instead of judgment.  But in the meantime, I'll start off easy..

I lived in a townhome that had units that were all in a horseshoe shape that had all the carports facing each other on the inside and front doors to the outside.  When everyone came home at night we would all see each other in the carports and chat and say hi. I had made some really nice friends when I lived there.  I used to work about 10 miles from home and occassion would come home for lunch.  One day I came home and when I got out of the car I went around to open the passenger door for some reason and when I did, I put my keys on top of the car and accidently left them there and went inside to eat. When it was time to head back to work, I opened the door to the carport and promptly closed the door on a huge chunk of my dress. The door was locked. I looked in my purse and there were no keys!  Then I saw them 10 feet away on top of my car!  I tugged on my dress and could not loosen it without destroying it.  I stood there contemplating, wondering if anyone would be home at this time of day? I could yell loud and see.  Do I stand here until 5:30 until someone comes home?  Who's number do I have in my cell phone that is nearby and isn't at work? Not too many options there either. Do I tear the dress?  Do I take the dress off???  I'm not wearing a slip!! What if someone is home and can see me from thier upstair window? Yikes. Then I thought, hey if I take off my dress and can juuusst reach the rolling trash can a foot or two away I can squat behind it and push it towards the car to get my keys. And that is what I did.  Undressing outside was nervewracking and that 10 feet left like a mile!  I had a hard time explaining while I was late back from lunch, and for a few days as I greeted nieghbors outside in the carport I coudn't help but wonder if anyone witnessed my undressing and pushing my trashcan to the car.  IIf anyone did, they were far too polite to say so!