In case you are just tuning in - and if so, welcome to the site - I lost a bet. It was just three games of dominoes. What harm is there in that? So I anteed up and risked a little self dignity. If I won, my buddy had to bleach his beard. If I lost, I had to live my Sunday out with ridiculously long nails.
I was very shy about the whole ordeal while at church. Friends would come to shake and as soon as my hand extended, a quizzical expression replaced their smiles while they questioned my new "accessories". The reactions amused me:
"Oh! Um, when did you get those?"
This morning. I lost a bet.
*Sighing* "Oh that's good. You don't seem like one of those girls."
"Um wow. Those are new."
Yeah, I lost a bet.
*Laughing* "Okay, that's funny."
At home it was a different story though. I made some enchiladas for dinner. Let me rephrase that. I tried to make enchiladas for dinner. I had to have help opening the cheese. I couldn't roll the tortillas without splitting open the shell. I had a hard time shredding the chicken. I had to ask for help getting the dish in and out of the oven. (Did you know it's hard to put on an oven mitt when your fingers extend an extra inch?) And don't even talk to me about pushing the buttons on the stove. I had to use my knuckles.
Julia Gulia was sitting on the couch examining an easter decoration with one of our mutual friends. The bunny has long ears, a bushy tail, and long legs. ...but no arms. Our friend turned to JG and said, "What do Charlotte and this bunny have in common?" I don't know. What? "They are both helpless!"
Hey! You better watch out or I'll come poke your eye out!
I'm sure I'm not the only one to lose a bet. Any crazy wagers you care to admit? Or know of a bet someone else lost?