Oh I am so
this morning.
Went out last night on my first ever nights out with the Mums from DS's nursery class. I don't know any of them well. Many glasses of
were drunk (by all of us).
At one point during dinner, they were all boasting horribly talking about how they cook amazing meals, referred to how hard it was to find ingredients I had never heard of, one of them made all her DD's clothes, one of them had just made her DD's school play costume from scratch (Marie Antoinette, would you believe). They all had some domestic talent and then they turned to me and said what about you?
Now, I work F/T (no excuse I know) but I can't cook (lasagne is about the extent of it), can't sew, etc etc and I couldn't think of anything and was a bit
so I said "HEY! I am fantastic in bed!"
... tumbleweed. I got a pitying stare.
and I'm not sure it is even true... 
BUGGER. Please make me feel better by saying that AIBU and that you have also said some stupid things. I don't think I can ever do the school run again.