amp domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/tfphumorblog/domains/thoughtsfromparis.com/public_html/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121google-document-embedder domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/tfphumorblog/domains/thoughtsfromparis.com/public_html/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121wild-book-child domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/tfphumorblog/domains/thoughtsfromparis.com/public_html/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121rocket domain was triggered too early. This is usually an indicator for some code in the plugin or theme running too early. Translations should be loaded at the init action or later. Please see Debugging in WordPress for more information. (This message was added in version 6.7.0.) in /home/tfphumorblog/domains/thoughtsfromparis.com/public_html/wp-includes/functions.php on line 6121It’s not easy to pick one embarrassing moment among so, so many but I’ve recalled a Christmas one which is timely.
One Christmas I was visiting my Aunt’s family. There was a beautiful spread for breakfast on Christmas Day, I was meeting my cousin’s 4 year old daughter for the first time, and my Aunt’s lovely 90 year old mother-in-law. All was going well until someone (probably my very funny cousin) told a joke just as I took a swig of coffee. I started choking, and it all came back up, over my clothing, over my plate, flooding my breakfast, and – best of all – out of my nose. You just can’t rescue a moment like that.
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