Hot Mess? Who? Me?

“I’m a hot mess.”

“Don’t mind me. I’m just a hot mess.”

“Sorry. I’m a hot mess. Most of the time.”

“Mostly, I’m just a hot mess.”

“Crap! I’m such a hot mess.”

These are phrases that come out of my mouth on almost a daily basis.

Walk into a pole? I’m a hot mess.

Embarrass myself in front of famous authors? I’m a hot mess.

Almost destroy my new boyfriend’s bathroom rug? I’m definitely a hot mess.

So when I was at GenCon, it wasn’t a surprise that I was walking into people, knocking shit over, and dropping things all over the place, apologizing with “I’m a hot mess.”

What I did find surprising (and really, I shouldn’t have), was at one point in the con, when some guy walked past me, yelling, “Hey! It’s the Hot Mess!”

And then it registered. And I was like. “You remembered me?” Because obviously, I don’t even know what stupid thing I had done (probably when I dropped like 5 games off a shelf) to be so memorable.

Of course, he proceeded to tell me that he “had a thing for redheads.” At which point, I smiled and walked away.

Only to see him a few hours later, again yelling out to me, “Hey! How’s it going Hot Mess?!”

I just hung my head in shame and walked away. When I told Brian, he just told me to stop calling myself a hot mess (after I explained that I was the one who said it first…I think he was ready to punch a guy for calling me a hot mess…or at least that’s how I imagined it.)

Which is easier said than done.

The face of a serious hot mess

The face of a serious hot mess

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Comments

  1. Better to be a hot mess vs just a plain old mess.

  2. I love that you are a hot mess! You would be so boring otherwise. plus, then you wouldn’t get me, becuse I am SUCH a hot ass mess!

  3. If you read my blog you know that just about everything I do is weird. We hot messes have to stick together.

  4. You are who you are…But I agree with Brian. Stop calling yourself a Hot Mess. You really are not one. A klutz…yes. We love you anyway.

  5. Hmmm, I think “Hot Klutz” works better for me. Be a proud “Hot Klutz”! Just one thing. . . ask Brian if he will teach you how to throw a baseball (or even softball) 😉

  6. Us crazy, weird, fun, hot mess people need to stick together. Plus, we’re more fun! Who wants to grow up anyway?

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    Phil
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