Usually, I let myself live with the delusion that I'm well-spoken, charismatic, and an all-around likable woman in person.
And then, now and again, I'm reminded of just how bizarrely awkward I really am.
And then, now and again, I'm reminded of just how bizarrely awkward I really am.
Faye and I went to her school to drop off her school supplies and meet her teacher. I don't do well with crowds on my best days, but I was especially anxious today cuz my right-hand-man (Billy) has been unwell since this morning and decided to stay home. We got to Faye's school, fought the crowds to find her name on the 3rd grade sheet, and then fought the crowds some more to find her classroom. 20 minutes later, we were FINALLY in the correct room. A chipper young woman approached me. "Hi!" She said, "I'm Mrs. Wright."
"Hello Mrs. Wright," I said in my head. "I'm Toni Allen. This is my daughter Willow. It's so good to meet you! I can't wait to see what my daughter learns under your tutelage."
But all that came out was "Uh...Willow," as I made a rudimentary gesture toward the neat rows of tiny, 9-year-old sized desks.
She blinked a couple of times with a quizzical look on her face, then answered while leading me down a middle aisle to a desk with a paper cupcake bearing my daughter's name. "I believe I put her riiight over here."
Then she turned and greeted the next parent. Way to go, Toni.
"Hello Mrs. Wright," I said in my head. "I'm Toni Allen. This is my daughter Willow. It's so good to meet you! I can't wait to see what my daughter learns under your tutelage."
But all that came out was "Uh...Willow," as I made a rudimentary gesture toward the neat rows of tiny, 9-year-old sized desks.
She blinked a couple of times with a quizzical look on her face, then answered while leading me down a middle aisle to a desk with a paper cupcake bearing my daughter's name. "I believe I put her riiight over here."
Then she turned and greeted the next parent. Way to go, Toni.