Embarrassment

Erik has threatened to post this, but I'm stealing his thunder so it gets told my way. Last Saturday, Erik and I were in Panda Express getting a bite to eat. We ordered, sat down and started to eat. Now, Erik has not been the best role model about bodily functions, as you'll see in a second. Such things have become a little too casual at our house, because before I even thought about where I was or what I was doing, I opened my mouth wide and burped. Not a contained, "oh no it escaped!" burp, but an intentional impressive burp. I looked to Erik to gain approval, and then realized just what I'd done. I was mortified. My dad would (and will) be mortified. All those years of careful training undone in only 8 months. Erik, of course, roared with laughter, and thought it was hilarious. I turned bright red, finished the orange chicken in record time, and bolted for the door. Thank heavens there's no video of this, or I feel certain I would be disowned from most polite circles.