Foot in mouth ... again.

As usual I spoke without thinking. Just let the thought flow through my mind and out of my mouth without a second thought for the consequences.

The Flung came over for dinner last night and although a large portion of the conversation was serious and taken seriously it seems I am not destined to have a dinner without a Clare moment.

He had derisively pointed out that I was wearing Crocs. Doh! I had put them on to walk the dogs and hadn't taken them off. I pointed out that I wouldn't have to wear them much longer as I had ordered multi-coloured floral wellies that would be arriving soon. I think he mentioned buying new boots just so he wouldn't have to wonder if I had always had such awful taste in footwear.

Then I thought it and it was out of my mouth simultaneously.

"Wow. I just pictured you naked except for the new boots ... hot"

And then, taking my cue from his appalled expression I quickly moved the conversation on to more appropriate dinner topics, like taking my dog to the vet to have her anus clippered.