Embarrassing Moment #1,356,789

Those of you who know me well, know that embarrassing moment #1,356,789 is probably a gross understatement for me. But this one is too good not to let out. Give you all a good laugh for the day. If you can just picture this.....it is Friday evening, I have just returned from a whirlwind trip to and back from Branson, then worked four hours, Phillip has just came back from a week of work in California, we don't have any of our boys. So we decide to treat ourselves to dinner out with Elisabeth. Who by the way, spent a few hours at Silver Dollar City this morning and is worn out. We should have really thought that one through. She was crabby when we first sat down, I kept getting evil stares from the couple next to us who obviously were having a Friday night date night and couldn't appreciate a less than pleasant acting 3 year old. Friday nights in Rogers eating out always require a wait also, even though we went at 5 PM thinking that would help. So we finally sit down, I cross my leg and my flip-flop BREAKS. So I say to Phillip, "my shoe just broke, I need to try to go to the bathroom to fix it". Still thinking about how I am going to hobble there with one working shoe, I put my other foot down and THAT flip-flop breaks. NOW WHAT ARE THE ODDS OF THAT HAPPENING???? About the same as the number of this embarrassing moment probably like 1 to 1,356,789. My old high school teachers would have some math probability solution to throw in here. But seriously, I am thinking HOW am I going to walk to the bathroom now?? Phillip just keeps saying "I can't believe they broke at the same time." So I do the best I can, poke the broken pieces back down in the bottom of my shoes, start out towards the bathroom--which now seems 5 miles away--think I am doing pretty good, walk about 5 steps, when one comes out, I trip over it as it flops back and lays back behind my foot, then the next step, the other one comes out. I am just trying not to land on my face or hit my head on anything, as I seem to be well known to do in instances such as this. If I had a video camera, no one would have believed it. I had to have looked like a deep sea diver, coming out with those flippers on, you know, walking, slapping along with my broken flip flops dragging behind me. That was certainly a dignified walk to the bathroom. So then I sit in the bathroom, wondering what to do. I can't seem to fix the shoes where they will work at all. I haven't had the forethought to even bring my purse, where surely there would have been some tape, dental floss to tie something together, or even some stamps to try to glue them together to at least be able to walk in them for a short time. No boy scout tools available at all. So what's a girl to do?? After about 10 minutes of sitting there thinking about it, I actually made a smaller, new hole in each of my shoes, digging it out a little at a time with what little fingernails I have. Stuck the little tab down in there and viola, they worked at least to walk in. However, I traumatized a little girl who came in to wash her hands and wanted to know what on earth I was doing. Sure that was something she had never seen in the bathroom before. "Mama, there was a lady in the bathroom playing with her shoes." So, girls, when those flip flops are the most comfortable and you have them all broken in, just remember, they could give at any moment and at the SAME TIME. Only me. And yet another restaurant that I won't be able to show my face in again for quite sometime.