Embarrassing Stories: My Text Sex FAIL
This time I have really gone and done it!
Those of you who are regular readers here of my blog, will by now have realised that my life is made up largely of assorted hilarious and embarrassing events. Generally, the aforementioned embarrassment is a result of something one of my three young children, Woo (5), Foghorn (3) and Bubble (23 months) has done or said in a public place.
Today, however, I have nobody to blame except myself.
Okay…I’ll quit trying to beat about the bush and tell you exactly what I have done that was so terrible…
[Mother-in-law, if you are reading this…yes, you know who you are…please step away from the computer now…this is definitely not for your consumption!]
I don’t meant to drag it out, truly I don’t. But before I continue, I must, in my defence, just mention one other thing. My phone…its kinda new…well, about four months or so…so not exactly ‘brand new’…but for some reason…I just keep opening it up….typing the message I want to send and hitting ‘send.’ The trouble is I forget to open a ‘new message’ and add the person I want to send it to. (It’s an iphone for f&%ks sake, surely there is an app I can add so it can read minds!) So…in actual fact what I do, is send the message to the last person I sent a message to or received a message from.
Well yesterday…and this is where is gets awkward…having been away from Hubbster now for a grand total of seven nights, I had begun to MISS HIM…huh hum…if you know what I mean. [Wink, wink, nudge, nudge]. So I decided to send him a bit of a saucy text message.
Let’s not underestimate my capacity to be a bit naughty when the occasion arises ladies. This message was so hot it would make your curlers melt.
[Mother-in-law…I hope to god you are not still reading this!]
The problem is that I forget to open a new message and add Hubbster as the recipient.
And it just so happens that the last text I received was from the playgroup leader, to let me know that they’d be having painting in the session the following day so to dress the children in old clothes.
The PLAYGROUP LEADER!!!
Oh the shame!
Help! What do I do? Do I send an apology and explain the situation, ignore it and pretend it never happened, or move town and find a new playgroup? Arghhhhh!