My most embarrassing moment was a few months ago, when I was keeping that stray Husky, Clara. I took her to my husband's motorcycle race at Sear's Point Raceway (a.k.a. Infineon). I was right where all the food, bathrooms, and souvenior booths are. Hundreds of people shoulder to shoulder walking. She stopped and pooped. She wouldn't quit pooping. People were having to stop in their tracks and walk around her. I could have died.

Teddy has done a few numbers on me. He has an obsession with my panties. One night, I was getting dressed for a girl's night out. Teddy snatched my panties and ran off. I ran, grabbed them from him, and threw them on. I'm at the nightclub, and I feel something lose. Lo and Behold, my panties were completly tore on one side, and holding on by a string on the other side. And of course, you all know me. I had to embarrass myself by announcing it to everyone around me.

Lastly, not only did Teddy do the butt drag thing in front of guests, but it left a poop stain trail on our light carpet.