One million years ago, I went to college. While there, I met some really rockin’ people, and today’s Oversharer just happens to be one of them! By the power invested in me, also known as Facebook, we reunited and have oooh’ed and awww’ed over photos of one another’s children and kept in touch via status updates. Who says Mark Zuckerturd isn’t good for something?! FBX Adventures‘ Brooke has always been HARlarious, and I was stoked when she offered a little somethin’ somethin’ for my Oversharing: I Ain’t Scarrred series. You should write something for it, too, because that’s what decent people do. Write for me. Obviously.
About 8 years ago, a few days after Christmas, my then boyfriend, now husband, was getting ready to leave for Wyoming, the middle of NO WHERE with no phone service. To say that I was upset was an understatement. We were both living at our parents’ ( you remember the year after you graduated college and were broke.) We never got a lot of “Alone Time.”
The night before he was to leave, we went for a drive. We were in the middle of nowhere. It was beautiful and the stars were out. To leave this a PG-13 post, let’s just say things got hot and heavy in the front seat of his truck. The truck he was supposed to drive cross country in the next day. A few minutes into our intimate moment, I noticed that Aunt Flo decided to visit early. I had somehow survived this embarrassing moment all through middle school and high school only to be mortified now.
There we were in the front seat of his truck. His truck with beige seats. There I was with Aunt Flo. There was that awkward moment of staring at him and trying to figure out how to tell the guy I dated for almost a year (don’t judge me) that his truck seat was done with. I was mortified. I did what any reasonable person would do…I cried, and cried and cried. We went back to his parents house and I scrubbed, and scrubbed and scrubbed until 2 am.
Needless to say, when I totaled his truck 5 months later (whole other story) those “marks’ were still there. He was kind enough to never mention them again.
Brooke has taken a break from being a teacher, and for now is a stay at home mom. She and her family just moved from Seattle to Fairbanks, so she’s trying to not freeze to death or die of Vitamin D deficiency. She has one kid- The Bug, and is attempting to not have his first word be 4 letters. She makes no promise on that one. Brooke spends her days making a huge mess and blaming it on the baby when her husband gets home. Hang out with her on Facebook and on her blog.