My Kids Are An Embarrassment I am a pretty mellow, quiet, non-confrontational introvert. My dear lamb of a husband, Tony, is the complete opposite of all those traits in every way. He has joked for our whole 18 years together that our relationship is built on embarrassment- specifically the embarrassment that I experience due to his inappropriately hilarious behavior. He is the life of every party. Everyone knows him, and no one forgets him. In an attempt to sneak away from any social gathering and get home to my pajamas and books, I am usually slouching in his shadow, rolling my eyes but also laughing at his antics on the inside. His sense of humor is what won me over in the first place, after all. I didn’t realize, and neither did he, that Tony was only gently preparing me for life with children. Watch out moms! They are seriously so embarrassing. Every little secret you’ve kept, is suddenly common knowledge to the world. Did you tweeze two whiskers on your chin? Now the neighb
grace upon grace.