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My biggest Face Palm? On my third or fourth date with the man who would become my first husband, we were at a nice restaurant and had just ordered dessert. For some stupid reason, we were feeding each other bites of dessert. I already had a mouthful, and my fork was just about at his mouth when the cake fell off of it and landed in his glass of water. It made me laugh so hard I started to choke, and I managed to cough some of my dessert on his face. He just sat there with gooey chocolate splattered on his face, sticking to his glasses and sliding down his cheek. Nothing feels as glamorous as getting dressed to the nines for a romantic date at an expensive restaurant and spewing your food on your partner! NOT!
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