For the last few weeks I’ve been straining to think of one decent embarrassing story I could share with you. Something better than the day a friend sent a Valentine’s rose to my high school crush in my name. Or something better than the day I headed into the parent’s bedroom to collect the toddler I was babysitting only to walk in on his very naked mom who was clutching said child to her chest to keep me from seeing her in all her glory.
Then, because life sometimes has a way of delivering the ideal blog fodder at the most opportune time, this week I handed myself a doozy of an embarrassing tale. Lucky you, I have finally drunk enough wine to be able to share it with you.
It all started with a coffee meeting with a friend during which I mentioned my brilliant post about Flip hacks. He suggested I email it to David Pogue, brilliant columnist at the New York Times and avid fan of the Flip. I got all cocky about my post and I sent it post haste to Pogue, high with the thought of maybe being mentioned in a column and getting a nice burst of blog traffic.
In fact, hold on, that might require a double HA!
Don’t get me wrong. David Pogue wrote back. He even read my post because he’s a stand up guy like that. This is what he wrote:
(Just by the way… there is no apostrophe needed in “its” unless you mean “it is” or “it was”… 🙂
I died. Then I rushed to fix the grammatical error I should have spotted before I hit post. Then I died some more. Because the one thing frankly way worse than being ignored by the famous reporters you probably shouldn’t even be pestering with your cutesy blog posts is being noticed by them for the heinous grammatical errors you should definitely not be making at all.
This week the Silicon Valley Moms Blog book-club is exploring the mortifying pages of Much to Your Chagrin, Suzanne Guillette’s fabulous memoir of a girl very much like you and me who just does her best to overcome the terribly embarrassing stuff that takes place in her every day life.
Thanks to Suzanne I know I can not only recover from my most recent bout of mortification, but that I might even be able to find a way to turn it to my advantage. Who knows, maybe David Pogue was so impressed with my stammered apology (you can too stammer in an email!) that he’s now subscribed to my blog and is just waiting for another brilliant post to link to in his column. Hey! A girl can dream, can’t she?