The Mortifying Moments of My Life
Mortifying Moment #1:
This was a few years ago at Julia's fourth birthday party. The husband of a friend of mine had brought their two girls. His name is Tommy. He had never really been around Chad and me since it was usually me hanging out with Tommy's wife Jennifer. Anyway, I hadn't had the chance to introduce Tommy and Chad. For some reason, Tommy thought Chad was my brother (this was not the first time someone had made that mistake). I jumped in and said, "Oh, no -- he's my husband." Of course, there was NO NEED TO CONTINUE, but I did. "I guess he could be both," I said. "But we're not from Arkansas." Tommy looked at me without smiling at all and said, "Oh, well, I am."
Yes, Tommy grew up in Fayetteville, Arkansas.
Tommy is now good friends with Chad and me. (His wife Jennifer died of cancer in 2004.) Our girls spend a lot of time with each other and a lot of nights at each others' houses. I asked Tommy about the "Arkansas Incident" a while back and he laughed. "It was great, watching you squirm," he said.