Things better kept to myself

Sometimes I think I underestimate how loud my voice is. Today was one of those times.

We were in our monthly marketing briefing at work, and our boss was showing myself and around 40 of my colleagues a DVD on the new Tourism Australia website. The "Where the bloody hell are you?" ad ran for a few seconds, capped off by a clip of Lara Bingle on the beach. "Oh, I'm surprised they're still running that" she said as the clip ended.

Mirjana leaned over confused and whispered "Why don't people like Lara Bingle anymore?" To which I whispered back, without thinking about it too much "Because she's a slut."

Which would have been fine, if Mirjana, and perhaps just one or two other people heard it. Unfortunately, the room went dead silent at the time I chose to open my mouth. That, and the fact that my whisper isn't as quiet as it sounds in my head (a fact that Michella and Amanda could both verify, having once caught me trying to cheat in a friendly game of Pictionary), meant that everyone in the room heard my little comment.

What followed was a lot of laughing, and my face I'm sure turning a very bright shade of red. I felt a little better when after a few seconds the lady in front of me turned around to say "We're laughing because we agree with you." Still, from now on I think I'm going to start keeping some of these comments in my head.