Foot In Mouth

As is widely known, I do not have a knack for speaking eloquently. When it comes to writing, I have all the time in the world (usually) to say what I want to say, and I know how to put words together to sound beautiful. (I blog more than I speak, literally)

I am often the target of ridicule, but I have learned to laugh at myself (this is very important, since I am also a klutz!) But a few nights ago proved to be rather harmful (more to my dog than anyone, really).I was at work, cleaning, and had brought my young pooch along with me. (She keeps me company on the car rides to and from work). She was in my way, and thus elicited this reponse from me: "Move it, chubby!" (Not very eloquent, am I?) Lab Lady, a near and dear friend of mine (and a coworker), was in the vicinity, and said, "I beg your pardon!"

This comment, as is obvious, was NOT directed towards her, and I quickly moved to fix the error. "Not you, Lab Lady!" I yelped. "I would never say that to your face!"

Lab Lady exploded. "Aha! The truth comes out-not to my face!" There was much laughing  (another coworker overheard everything). Lab Lady knows full-well that I would never say anything like that, to her face or her behind her back, and had been teasing me all along.

She later explained that she had been going to say that she had seen a lot of other dogs MUCH heavier than 'my little one'. Redder than red, I walked away, still mumbling apologies.

When I again passed my wonderful coworker, she quipped, "How's it going, chubby?"

I might NEVER live that one down.