"I'm right on top of that, Rose!"
It's brilliant; the perfect rejoinder for every task too tall or too absurd, and for the performance of which you are too unskilled or too unwilling - all rolled up in a tidy little deferment (til such a time as you obtain the skill) or dismissal (til such time as they ask you to do it again or else forget about the request entirely).

My most embarrassing memories are generally of two ilks:

1) Those times I've said unkind things to people. Like when I actually said, in earnest, "F YOU!" to my friend who was only joking with me. I'll never forget the look on his face. Or the time in fifth grade when I told a neighbor that the school she went to didn't have any pretty girls in it (which, of course, implicated her as ugly).

2) Those times when I've let too much of my feelings show, especially in regards to boys when I was growing up. Like when I kissed that boy even though I knew he nearly couldn't have cared less about me. Or that time I made cookies for that one boy and dropped them off at his door, completely unsolicited. Or that time when I was so obviously smitten with him that the boy actually said, "You'll make some guy really lucky one day."

Wow, my cheeks are burning as I write this. How inconsequentially monumental are these little memories.