You know what’s embarrassing?
When you’re home sick and you’re being a couch potato…?
Naw! That’s totally understandable.
When you’ve blown your nose so many times that your nose is peeling and your upper lip is cracked and you look like a leper….?
Naw! You’re sick. That happens.
When you’re home sick and you are on the couch watching old movies, and you come out of your Nyquil induced stupor just enough to realize that your 14 and 18 year old boys are in the room with you while you watch the orgasm scene from When Harry Met Sally….?
Er… ya. That actually is a little embarrassing.
(Although not bad as the time I left Grant alone to watch Jerry Maguire.…)