One of my many mortifying moments

Ok, so today's blog was inspired by one of An American in Norway's posts. I can't tell you how hard I laughed and cried after reading her story and others who joined in her fun as well. Let's be honest, who doesn't need a good laugh now and then? Evidently, I needed several today as I haven't laughed like this in months. I hope you will get the same reaction from mine. A little background info. Do you know what cherry nibs are? Well, ever since I can remember my mom called them, "Boob food" because it IE. licorice could make your boobs grow. If this statement were true a lot of plastic surgeons would be out of work. Now that we're all on the same page I can tell you what they have to do with my mortifying story. I'm driving with a guy I was dating and we were eating cherry nib licorice on our way to meet his older sister and her friends. We were all going camping and canoeing down the Niangua river. As I'm riding along in his car I think to myself, Bill knows my mom and her sense of humor. He'd probably get a kick out of knowing what she says about this candy. Why, I thought this I'll never know. Why I proceeded to tell him is beyond me. Fast forward to the next afternoon. It's a typical hot and muggy day in good old Missouri. I was thin, wearing a hot pink bikini and floating down the river with this nice and handsome boy. FYI, we were innocent and nothing had gone on between us other than kissing. Keep this in mind as the story progresses. The group decides they're hot and it's time to stop, cool off in the water and have a snack. We hopped out of our canoe and pulled it onto shore. Next, I walked into the water til it was just above my knees and bent over to splash cool water on my shoulders. All of a sudden, I feel and hear a Snap and POP!!! My bikini top's plastic S hook busted in half and my boobs came flying out for all to see. Insert my scream...here! I stood there with my hands over my chest, deer in the headlights look on my face and noticed what seemed like a 20 strangers spin around and look at me. (In reality there was probably only 8 strangers staring in horror.) Pin drop, fish jump, snake slither? Nothin. Just shocked stares and silence. Come on give a girl a break! I looked to Bill and his sister with complete embarrassment in my eyes and pleaded, "Could you help me please?" Thankfully, Bill came to my rescue and helped tie my straps together in back. He also made a comment under his breath that went something like this, "I think the licorice is doing it's job." Now, picture a big smirking smile on his face. I laugh at myself even today for this mortifying moment. Bill and I are still friends and he's been kind enough not to throw it in my face. I wonder what his story would sound like if given the chance to tell it. HA! Fat chance. I have a photo of myself from the end of that day but it's in my grandparent's basement in MT. Too bad, I wish I could have included it with this post.