By now you probably realize that Awkward is my middle name. I can't help it, that's the way God made me, and I usually have no problem owning it. That is, until something particularly awkward or embarrassing happens, I go through my stages of coping with my awkward (processing, realization, hysteria at myself) and I blog about it. That's the way things roll around these parts.

So with that horrendously awkward opening, put your mittens around your kittens and away we gooooo...

Last weekend the heavens parted when we opened our mailbox and found a buy one get one free Chipotle coupon. Seeing as how we are on more of a Taco Bell budget (actually a eat at home budget) you can imagine the anticipation of when we could use such a terrific stroke of luck. Finally it was decided upon that Tuesday would be the declared Chipotle day and that we would shout it from the rooftops from dusk till dawn. Our excitement grew (trust me, when you're poor you appreciate treats like this so much more) and we began constructing a plan...basically deciding that the instant Hubster walked through the door, he would pass the baton to me and I would leave on a mini mom vacation and pick up the food.

We also decided to use the technology available to us (text message) to remember our orders, because a pen and a paper are so archaic. Everything was so well planned that I received Hubbers' order via text the moment I stepped out of my car and walked into Chipotle. Everything was going according to plan.

Or so I thought. While standing in line I had my text message ready,and as the line moved to make it my turn I gave the worker my order (veggie bowl etc) and then proceeded to read the hubs order directly off of my phone screen word for word.

Not even looking off the screen, I didn't even realize that I had asked the 17 year old boy working the counter filing our burrito bowls, for a possible cuddle later. Not to mention that I was using my Chiptole yelling voice to be heard over the super loud, percussion only, pots and pans clanging music that they play. Upon hearing this, naturally everyone in line stopped what they were doing and began to chuckle. It wasn't until I re-read the text quickly and put 2 and 2 together as to why everyone was laughing, that I realized that  a sweet message from the Hubster turned into a very awkward moment. Shocking isn't it?

Mumbling that I was married (officially retracting the cuddle request) and thanking them for our food, I payed (for only half of everything...holy coupon) and left, with my delicious Chipotle in tow. Of course, when I got home, I repeated my experience to Hubs, which of course deserved only a fit of giggles reserved for a 12 year old girl. After convincing my husband  that I had zero interest in cuddling with anyone but him and assuring him that it was not a Freudian slip... we ate and drowned our sorrows in chips and guacamole. 

An awkward experience? Of course, but what else would you expect from me ? Just a small price to pay for a yummy cheap meal. Still totally worth it... even the tummy ache that followed from stuffing ourselves to the brim. 


  1. lol. love those "mini mom" vacations. Barely visible under a microscope.

  2. Love the story, I am super awkward also, so too funny :) I saw your post on bloggy moms and following you on rss now. I look forward to your future posts!