I really don’t think I get embarrassed all that easily. Growing up as a middle child in a family of six children I survived a myriad of embarrassing mishaps, including skipping into a glass door in front of my entire family. (They eventually stopped laughing and were able to ask if I was okay. ha) As I got older, my skin got a little thicker and it took a little more to really embarrass me. (My siblings continued to find ways–we are all masters. haha) To be truthful, I couldn’t even really remember the last time that I was really embarrassed. Until this week. I have never been a terribly…