Have you ever been walking by a cute guy, trying to act cool, when you suddenly realize your fly is down? Or hung out a window with nothing but your curtains holding you up? Well welcome to my life, where it’s one, big, never-ending “blonde moment.” I’m not afraid to admit it; you take a stroll with me down the hall and you will be laughing your pants off. Many things happen to me on a daily basis that would turn any frown upside-down. So, out of the goodness of my heart, I’ve decided to share some of these occurrences with you. Feel free to laugh! The most recent one happened in a hospital a few weeks ago. While I was visiting my sister, I was informed that there was a cute boy in the room next to hers, room 907. Mr. 907, as I called him, was adorable; I couldn’t stop walking by. After a few takes down the hall, Mr. 907 started to notice me. A few more walks by and I got a wave, and then he even laughed at me! Why, I burst into my sister’s room telling her to come out with me. It was then that I realized that the reason he was laughing wasn’t because of my charm…it was because my fly was down! I had been routinely exposing my undergarments to what was more than likely one of the cutest boys in that hospital. Welcome to my life. Get ready for my next embarrassment. About a month ago, I had a really bad day. It was a non-stop “hate-on-Liz” fest. So when I got home, I tried to make myself feel better. You know when you were little and you would look into the mirror with a comb and sing your favorite Spice Girls song? Well, I still do that. It helps me relieve some stress. Don’t judge. While I was jumping off of my mom’s bed in my favorite pair of skinny jeans, I started to notice a rather…unusual sensation. Once I hit the floor, I heard a ripping noise from my back side. I stood up and my pant leg fell completely off…I had ripped my pants. Goodbye, size five. Sure, some pretty embarrassing things have happened to me, but I’ve realized that stuff happens, and you need to learn to laugh a little. So remember that next time you have a less-than-pleasant experience. One last piece of advice from a fortune cookie I recently received: THAT WASN’T CHICKEN. I’m Liz Brunner, and welcome to my life.