A cheesy post

I ruined a pair of nice black pants today in the laundry. I was doing a white wash and when I poured in the bleach, tiny drops splashed on my pants as they sat folded on top of the dryer. It's OK, I guess. I've had them for a while and they actually hold an embarrassing memory for me.

I wore them to a funeral a few years ago.The church was packed. Toward the end of the service we had communion. In our church, we form a row in front of the altar, standing side by side, as the communion helpers come down the line with the bread and wine. When you're done, you leave and the next person steps in to fill your slot.

It wasn't until the funeral was over that I realized I had a square of cheese sticking to my derriere! Not a complete Kraft's single, thank God (ha) but it was still a 2"x 2" bright orange square of cheese floating on a pitch black background on my ASS as I stood at the altar in front of the entire congregation. I have no idea where it came from, but I'm assuming it's God's way of getting me back for all the times I fooled around in church.

Care to share an embarassing moment? C'mon, speak freely, no one comes in here, anyway!