No Words

You could say I live life from one embarrassing moment to the next. Usually I am able to offer an explanation for whatever I said/did that just made everyone in the room turn two shades of red darker, but there were no words for this one. Also, did I ever mention I am insane? 

So, there I was at Blue Mug, eating a cinnamon roll. About half way through I realized that the thing that was missing was butter, so I walk to the refrigerator and grab a few things of butter. I feel them and realize they are practically frozen. I think about this for a second, reason that it is illogical to put tin foiled butter in the microwave, and then decide that the best place I could put them to get them warm is in my bra. In retrospect, I do not know how I could have actually thought this was a positive idea. I leave them there for a few minutes and then take what I thought was all of them out, perfectly mushy enough to spread. Thirty minutes later I adjusting my shirt and suddenly realize something doesn't feel right. Squishy, almost. As I have a miniature panic attack and start wiping down the lining of my bra to get rid of the now liquidy butter that I forgot about, I look up and see the small asian boy staring at me, open mouthed. The same asian boy whom I told I would give water to in exchange for his immortal soul. Witnessing me, in public, with my hand down my shirt.

Maybe I'll switch to decaf to avoid more of these brilliant ideas of mine.