Age 7: Wearing a huge dress with a hoop in the bottom of the skirt on a tall stage and the entire audience can see my underwear.
Age 8: Showing off to my “crush” by doing an amazing cartwheel and farting in the middle of it.
Age 11: Laughing on my friend’s trampoline during a sleepover and peeing my pants (the pee seeped through the trampoline and dripped onto the girls under the trampoline who were making me laugh).
Age 13: My friend literally gagged and threw up a little when I took off my shoes at a sleepover because my feet smelled so bad. (I hated socks – until then)
Age 16: Mark’s parents catching us making out (heavily) on the couch while I was a guest in their home.
Age 16: Showing up to my first day of college with a huge bruise on my face because Mark accidentally hit me with a laser gun.
Age 17: Leaving my first real job in tears because I outed an affair within the company and I was the one who was asked to leave.
Age 20: Asking my mother-in-law for Sex & The City season 1 for my birthday
Age 21: Crying in front of my boss at work
Age 23: Wearing a sequin shirt, leggins and side ponytail to my CEO’s house
There are several others that didn’t make this list and only Mark knows what those are.