Good news folks, I’m back with tons of embarrassing stories and humorous anecdotes solely for your reading pleasure. As I’m sure many of you experienced, this summer was a blast. My summer was full of odd events: taking my little brother on my dates, swelling lips, walking in dog doo-doo in front of tons of people, falling down hills, and walking into doors. That’s just a little bit of the embarrassing things that tend to happen to me. Yes, you read correctly: I did have to take my little brother (who happens to be the size of a linebacker) out on my dates this summer. I asked my mother to go out for an afternoon, just to go pick up some ice cream and to go hang out at Brady’s Run Park with a guy. She said yes…but the only way I could go was if I took him out on my date. Not only does he look like my bodyguard, but his presence on the date made things excessively awkward. So you can imagine how my date felt when I stepped outside to find my little brother following me to the car. Let’s just say, that was the last time I saw him again. Oh, but the embarrassment doesn’t just stop at me; it happens with everyone I’m around. I went on vacation this summer with my best friend. As we were walking down by the boardwalk, we stopped to take a breather, and three older-looking guys sat down next to us. The conversation went as it always did; we discussed names, hometowns, etc. After about 10 minutes of casual banter, one gent leaned over to look at me. He then looked back at my friend and just casually asked, “So how old is your daughter?” Apparently, I look like a 12-year-old…and my best friend’s daughter. Welcome back to school, everyone; welcome back to my life: my life as Liz.