The Embarrassing Bratwurst Incident of 2009

OMG.
The most embarrassing thing in the world just happened.
Well, maybe the second most embarrassing thing.
I haven't decided yet.

I spent the day at home, lounging around, reading, napping, web-surfing, and whatever else I could think of to make this feel like a Saturday.
I didn't get dressed because I hadn't planned on leaving the house.

In the evening, I decided to make some bratwurst.
Yummy bratwurst with honey mustard, so plump they squirt when you bite into them.

Well, in the middle of my meal I heard a knock at the door.
%$#&@!!!, I thought, since I wasn't dressed appropriately enough to welcome any visitors.

I ended up hurrying to throw on a simple full-length sleeveless cotton dress. It covered everything that needed covering, despite the fact that I didn't have time to put on any bra or undies. My hair was a mess, and I hadn't showered yet, either.

I got to the door just in time to see two guys walking away.
Turns out they wanted to know if my neighbor's truck was for sale.

While I stood there in the doorway talking to them, Brynden scooted out the door, and I had to bend over and pick him up.
Yikes, I thought, hoping my bralessness was not becoming immediately evident.

The two guys were polite enough, though they sure seemed to ask a lot of questions I had no answer to. (Seriously, how would I know anything about my neighbor's truck?)

After they left, I happened to glance at my face in the mirror.

And I just about died.

All that time, there was this huge splurt of honey-mustard-and-bratwurst-juice on my left cheek.

Just thick enough so that it remained stuck in mid-drip.
I have no idea why I didn't notice it before!!

I can only imagine what the two guys thought.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go crawl under a rock until the year 2018.
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