Shopping is always fun
#ccmackenzie #Sugar and Sin
Greetings!
It’s been a while since I’ve put pen to paper but life stuff happened and I needed to take a break, mull things over, chew the fat, chill out, etc. I can’t say that everything is back to normal, whatever that is, but something funny happened last week and H said, you really need to blog about that - and here it is:
So the thing is that I love and adore shoe shops. I’ve no idea why this is other than I’m a woman and shoes appear to be hot wired into our DNA. H and I were loitering in the gorgeous Roman spa town of Buxton in the peak district national park. We’d spent a couple of hours chatting and chilling out in a cafe, watching the world go by. (All authors people watch, that’s in their DNA too.)
Anyway, Buxton has THE most amazing shoe shop. It’s one of those places that defy a woman to pass without checking out the new stock, or even better, the SALE!
Now H knew that I’d stop there, like a dog cocking her leg on her favourite lamp-post. And sure enough…..
Like any woman my eyes can scan shelves like a laser travelling over brand names, discarding the dross and hunting for a diamond. For the first time in years I found nada. I know, it shocked me too. How could this possibly be? So I turned towards the entrance but double backed to check out the stand there, just in case I’d missed something I couldn’t live without.
But nope, nothing hit the spot.
So I backed up into H, ‘There’s nothing here I want,’ I said, and then I half-turned and patted his bottom and felt him go stiff. ‘Let’s go.’
You know how we all have another sense, a sense that says, ‘Hold it! Something’s not quite right here.’
Well, my sense kicked in and I looked at H. Except it wasn’t H!
My eyes went huge and I held out my hand to grip his arm while my other hand slapped my face.
The poor man just stood there grinning at me and had the most amazing twinkle in his eye. Thank God.
‘Ohhh, I am sooooo sorry,’ I cried. ‘I thought you were my husband. And Oh My God, but I patted your bottom.’
In the meantime I was desperately searching for H, and found him leaning against a pillar and grinning like a fool.
‘Don’t worry,’ H said to the man. ‘She does that all the time.’
The stranger just grinned at H and replied. ‘Women! They’re all the same.’
By this time I was crying with embarrassment and H tucked my arm in his as we waved goodbye and walked down the street.
‘What happened?’ he asked.
‘What happened?’ I spluttered. ‘I only patted his bum!’
It’s not often my H is speechless, but he took a deep breath and then howled with laughter.
So there you go, H can’t take me anywhere but I’m feeling up other men. As I type this my face is radioactive.
Talking about radioactive.
Let me draw your attention to something else I got up to over the summer. The lovely New York Times best-selling author, Nana Malone, invited me and four others - Stacey Joy Netzel, Kristine Cayne, Liz Matis and L.C. Giroux - to bring a sample of our work to the masses. The boxed set is titled Sugar & Sin
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My contribution is Run Rosie Run which fits into the Sugar and Sin part of the deal.
The cover is really cool!
Now what the world wants to know is - what’s THE most embarrassing this you’ve ever done????
(This should be good.)
You know I LOVE to hear from you, please share your story.
Christine XXX
CC MACKENZIE - USA Today Bestselling Author 
OMGosh! That is hilarious, CC! How embarrassing. 😀
Sugar and Sin is an awesome title and with all of you fabulous authors - it’s a steal. Best wishes to all of you!
Hello, Rhonda!
I was mortified. H just thought I’d said something cheeky to the poor man thinking it was him. He’s never laughed so long in his life.
Yes, the girls in the boxed set are awesome. 🙂
That is hilarious! One time I was at a party and swung around and my hand landed on my friend’s husband’s crotch. Oopsy! He is pretty tall and said, “Don’t worry. It happens all the time..”
Welcome back!
LOL, Susie!
Lovely to see you up and about!
No, I don’t think so. It’s much nicer to talk about your embarrassing moments. In view of this one can you just let me know when you’ll be in Buxton next- I’m on my way !
xxx Huge Hugs xxx
LOL! My face was a picture, according to H. Poor guy, he took it well. I ran before his wife appeared. 🙂
Oh, girl, that’s so funny! But I can so feel your embarrassment, too. DH and I were at this benefit with his biker buddies. He left my side for a moment. WHen he came back, he put his arm around me and squeezed, so I leaned my head against his shoulder and cuddled. The fit wasn’t right and I turned around. To my horror (the leaning had been quite cozy) I turned to find one of his buddies with his arm around me while DH and the rest of the group cracked up at my mortification.
By the way, love the title of the boxed set!
Haha! There was a split second when I just knew that butt didn’t feel the same!!!! 🙂
That was wonderful, I had my Sunday laugh!!! I really can’t say any embarrassing thing other than falling out of a chair that rolled out from under me or walking into a men’s restroom!
Hello Cindy!
Walking into the men’s restroom is the worst. I’ve done it a couple of times too!
Ha Ha! I love it. Want another laugh? When I read “I patted his bottom and felt him go stiff,” I totally thought of something else and thought ‘I can’t believe she just wrote that!!’ ! (You can tell I just finished writing the love scene in my book yesterday. LOL)
ROFL!!!
Trust you! Actually, you’re right! Gulp! H is howling in the background. I bet the love scene hit the spot, missus! 🙂
My most recent completely embarrassing thing was walking into the men’s restroom at a restaurant I’ve been to a few times, but this was only the second time I’ve ever been in the restroom (it’s a Thai place, and has somewhat obscure signs on the doors). Anyway, I walk in, *see the urinal* (but it’s one of those ones that’s all the way on the floor, instead of mounted partway up the wall like usual), and I think, “I wonder when they put that weird fountain in,” but I don’t actually think about it much because I *really* have to pee — I’d been at Starbucks writing all afternoon and then was late meeting my family at the restaurant because I was trying to finish a scene. So I rush into the stall and I’m doing my thing when this man walks in and starts to use the “fountain,” and all of the sudden the lightbulb goes on. “That’s a freaking urinal, not a fountain!” I was so mortified!
LOL! I walked into one when we were in Exeter a few weeks ago. Like you said the door sign for men and women was very obscure. And I blinked at a strange looking urinal. It had been years since I’d made that blunder, but I quickly backed out before anyone spotted me. Poor you!
Hahahahaha! Oh my god, that is hilarious Christine! And now that you’ve said this, I must be more careful. For I too will give hubby a pat on the behind from time to time. I do love to push the limit. It drives him crazy that I do this out in public. lol. And I think that’s why I do it.
Glad to see you’re blogging. Don’t feel bad. It’s been a couple of months since I’ve posted anything. I need to get back to it. It’s been a busy summer.
Congrats on “Sin and Sugar.” It looks sweet and delicious. Sounds like things are still crazy over on your side of the pond. I hope you and the family are well. {{Hugs!}} 🙂
Hello my angel!
I know! I’ve patted the butt for years, without a problem! I do it to the kids too - and they hate it - which is why I do it even more. 🙂
Thank you, the boxed set is sweet and delicious and naughty and nice!!