Ever have one of those moments when you know you just might have gone too far. Or maybe it’s just me because I’m always chewing on my foot. When I was young, I would cross that line and look back a mile later and say, “Crap, was there something I shouldn’t have said?”
There I was, standing in the middle of a ring of women, conducting a bridal shower game. Now some of these women had known me since I was a baby; while, others were my soon-to-be sister-in-law’s friends, which I just met an hour or so before at the beginning of the party. I was conducting the games because I could lead without stepping on any one’s toes. We were playing a game in which everyone had to guess how many questions my sister-in-law would know about my brother, who had answered them the night before. Questions included his favorite food, book, and such. But we had a four-way tie, and I had to break it some how. I had the winners guess if my sister-in-law would get the bonus question.
Me: What was my brother’s doll’s name?
A collective “WHAT?” settled over the room, except for those few women who knew my brother since he was a baby.
K: (didn’t blink) Buddy.
Me: (smiling) No. Not his My Buddy. His first doll. The one he loved.
K: What? He had another doll?
My mom: Actually, he had three. The My Buddy. A Wrestling Buddy. And this one.
K: Then I don’t know. I only knew of Buddy.
Me: You’re going with Buddy then?
K: Yes.
Me: It was Paula.
“WHAT?”
K: I’ve never heard that one.
Me: It was a boy doll, and T was only three or four. But since I had dolls, he had to have one. He begged and begged for one. So that Christmas, one grandma got him a homemade boy doll, which he named Paula. He loved that doll.
Then I remembered I was not alone with K, pouring over embarrassing baby pictures. I was in the middle of ring of women. Many of these women were friends of my soon-to-be-sister-in-law, my boyfriend’s girlfriend. Now they knew he had a boy doll named Paula. Good thing we don’t live in the same house any more.
Faemom 
June 8, 2009 at 6:29 pm
That is hilarious! He’s gonna kick your butt, Fae.
June 8, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Well, It sounds like he is going to be tortured for a while on that one. At least he wasn’t “A Boy Named Sue.” That’s an old country song by the way. Anyways, he won’t be able to live that down for a while.
June 8, 2009 at 7:58 pm
Bwahahaha! You are toast 🙂
June 8, 2009 at 11:28 pm
Come on, you know you secretly enjoyed that. You outed your brother and his doll. What sister wouldn’t want to do that. Just keep remembering all those times he……… (fill in the blank) I have a brother too.
June 9, 2009 at 1:21 pm
ck~ Yea, I know. Maybe I can buy him off.
Eric~ First I assure you I do know the song “A Boy Named Sue.” Luckily his bride isn’t the torturing type; her girlfriends, I have no idea.
KathyB! ~ I know!
insider53~ True. No one cared that he was in a dress once. Of course, I hear he’s balding. Insert evil giggle hear.
June 9, 2009 at 9:32 pm
*ROFLMA* oooh that is so good. Just tell him that’s payback for every mean thing he ever did you from when you were a child till now. Assuming of course he was a normal brother who picked on his sister… just a little…. like my brother who used to sacrifice my dollies in the bush.
June 10, 2009 at 2:04 pm
Oh, he was quite malicious, I assure you. I’ve been waiting for years to see if it’s really true that baldness is through the mother’s father. *evil smile*