Foot in Mouth

From time-to-time, I say things I wish I hadn’t.

Like the time I said to a girl from school “You’ve got a big black hair on your face – let me get it off for you” … only to find it was attached.

Or the time I congratulated a girl at the gym on being pregnant (we’ve all done it…).  She actually ran out crying… I’m not joking… SHE RAN OUT CRYING!

My friend Kath – has a similar problem.  I saw her and my BFF Scooter in Perth last week.

Kath always says what she thinks – but not in a bold, brash way, it’s in a really naïve, ‘innocent' kinda way.

Once at a ball, she said to me: “You’ve got such a nice figure so why are you wearing that sack?”.

Last Thursday at a charity beach party in Freemantle (it hadn’t rained for 6 months in Perth – but did last Thursday!!!), she said:  “I really like to dress-up but Mandy has just come in what she had in her suitcase”.

Okay – I admit I was a little underdressed for the event – and yes, I had to make do with what was in my suitcase, which according to Kath, didn’t adhere to the “Freo-chic” dress code for the event.

On the way home with Scoot and Paul as chauffeurs, Kath (who’d consumed several champagnes by this stage) said Claremont – where Scoot has just bought a new house, was just like Doncaster.  Earlier in the day, Scoot had told me Claremont was kinda like Malvern or Armadale.  Hmmmm.

Kath on the other hand has just bought a 7 bedroom, 7 bathroom monstrosity in Dalkeith, which is apparently, just like… Toorak!

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