It all started on cheese burger day...
I had been looking forward to this day all week! As soon as I looked at the lunch menu hanging on my refrigerator that Monday morning I just knew it would be a good Valentines day! How wrong I was!
When you're in the second grade you don't need a whole lot to make you happy, at least I didnt. Give me a big poofy dress and a cheese burger and I was perfectly content! Fortunately for me on this day I had it all.
I had been saving this dress for a special occasion. It was big, poofy, and white with red hearts and sequins speckled all over it. It was quite over the top as I can remember it, and very very short I might add. I'm not quite sure how I convinced my mom to let me wear it since it was in the middle of February, I must've been pretty convincing. Either that or she was just too exhausted to argue with me, being her fourth daughter and all. Yeah, I think that's it.
There were two options for lunch that day; my beloved cheese burgers or stinky leftover meatball sandwiches. As you can imagine the cheeseburger line stretched the length of the tiny gym cafeteria. I was perturbed to wait, I admit but it was well worth it once I got to the front of the line and happily grabbed my lunch tray.
I then proceeded to prance to our lunch table at the other side of the gymnasium. I was feeling awfully cute in my valentine dress too. I can't quite tell you what happened next but all I know is that my feet flew out from under me and I did a face plant on the ground. Cheeseburger and tray flying through the air and my big poofy dress up over my head exposing my underwear that read, "Wednesday." It was NOT Wednesday you guys. Long story short, I was completely mortified. And I had to eat a meatball sandwich. Happy Valentines Day, to me.
How's that for an embarrassing story? ;)