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		By: Wendy Wells		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Lara...I can&#039;t stop picturing you &quot;like a life-sized greater than sign ( &#060; ) curved around an unmoving piece of iron&#034; in my head!  Thanks for the laugh!!  Now more importantly, are you ok?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Lara&#8230;I can&#8217;t stop picturing you &#8220;like a life-sized greater than sign ( &lt; ) curved around an unmoving piece of iron&quot; in my head!  Thanks for the laugh!!  Now more importantly, are you ok?</p>
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		By: l a r a w i l l i a m s		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://tooverflowing.com/my-most-embarrassing-moment-happened/#comment-32177&quot;&gt;lovelifelesson&lt;/a&gt;.

Oh girl. This pains me to read. Bless your sweet heart. <img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/1f601.png" alt="😁" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" /> And thank you for the laugh.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://tooverflowing.com/my-most-embarrassing-moment-happened/#comment-32177">lovelifelesson</a>.</p>
<p>Oh girl. This pains me to read. Bless your sweet heart. 😁 And thank you for the laugh.</p>
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		By: l a r a w i l l i a m s		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;https://tooverflowing.com/my-most-embarrassing-moment-happened/#comment-32178&quot;&gt;Jenn&lt;/a&gt;.

You&#039;re welcome. <img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/1f602.png" alt="😂" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In reply to <a href="https://tooverflowing.com/my-most-embarrassing-moment-happened/#comment-32178">Jenn</a>.</p>
<p>You&#8217;re welcome. 😂</p>
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		By: Jenn		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 13:08:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[Just laughed like I had never heard this before <img src="https://s.w.org/images/core/emoji/17.0.2/72x72/1f602.png" alt="😂" class="wp-smiley" style="height: 1em; max-height: 1em;" />]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just laughed like I had never heard this before 😂</p>
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		By: lovelifelesson		</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Dec 2016 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description><![CDATA[After speaking at a women&#039;s event at our church in my new cute outfit- I walked to a nearby shopping center with my then almost one year old in a stroller. My husband dropped me off earlier that day to get new tires and would pick me up from the shopping center down the road when he was done. 
I had never walked from the church to this shopping center before and found out the hard way that this was a difficult task as the street was without a sidewalk and had a very difficult hill. I had my book bag, baby bag and my wallet and made my way through the uphill muddy terrain in horrible sandals. 
As I reached the crosswalk to the shopping center waiting for the light to change, I felt like someone had splashed me with water. Only to my surprise my super red monthly friend had made it down both legs of my white jeans. As I crossed the road, teenagers who were leaving the high school nearby for lunch, office employees and strangers were pointing and beginning to roll down their windows -some saying &quot;do you need some help Miss&quot; as others had their mouths dropped open. I was horrified, embarrassed and mad at my husband (like he knew this would happen or something right? SMH) 
I crossed the street and immediately entered a bookstore that I knew had a restroom. People looked at me as if I had been stabbed with my baby screaming in the stroller wanting out and then realizing - I left my phone at the church. 
Using the phone at the front registers to call my husband was such a moment too. 
I should have just hung out in the horror section for help cause it felt like a nightmare. Or perhaps I could of found out how to make a new pair of pants in the DIY section? 
My husband showed up with his trusty butt curtain sweatshirt and I walked out with a screaming hungry baby, my now new pink jeans and &quot;oy vey&quot; all over my face. Cried the whole way home and just chalked it up to &quot;I&#039;m 43 years old- it was bound to happen sometime in my life and I can handle it waaaay better now than ever&quot;. 
The enemy thinks he had something over me after sharing my testimony to 100 women...nope. 

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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>After speaking at a women&#8217;s event at our church in my new cute outfit- I walked to a nearby shopping center with my then almost one year old in a stroller. My husband dropped me off earlier that day to get new tires and would pick me up from the shopping center down the road when he was done.<br />
I had never walked from the church to this shopping center before and found out the hard way that this was a difficult task as the street was without a sidewalk and had a very difficult hill. I had my book bag, baby bag and my wallet and made my way through the uphill muddy terrain in horrible sandals.<br />
As I reached the crosswalk to the shopping center waiting for the light to change, I felt like someone had splashed me with water. Only to my surprise my super red monthly friend had made it down both legs of my white jeans. As I crossed the road, teenagers who were leaving the high school nearby for lunch, office employees and strangers were pointing and beginning to roll down their windows -some saying &#8220;do you need some help Miss&#8221; as others had their mouths dropped open. I was horrified, embarrassed and mad at my husband (like he knew this would happen or something right? SMH)<br />
I crossed the street and immediately entered a bookstore that I knew had a restroom. People looked at me as if I had been stabbed with my baby screaming in the stroller wanting out and then realizing &#8211; I left my phone at the church.<br />
Using the phone at the front registers to call my husband was such a moment too.<br />
I should have just hung out in the horror section for help cause it felt like a nightmare. Or perhaps I could of found out how to make a new pair of pants in the DIY section?<br />
My husband showed up with his trusty butt curtain sweatshirt and I walked out with a screaming hungry baby, my now new pink jeans and &#8220;oy vey&#8221; all over my face. Cried the whole way home and just chalked it up to &#8220;I&#8217;m 43 years old- it was bound to happen sometime in my life and I can handle it waaaay better now than ever&#8221;.<br />
The enemy thinks he had something over me after sharing my testimony to 100 women&#8230;nope. </p>
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