I peed my damn pants the other day.
Grrrrrrrrrrrr.
The pee doc recommended Kegels, because I said once it started, there is no stopping it, and it is the most helpless feeling.
Try standing there, and watching your pants darken as you stand there. We (the dogs and I) had just walked in the front door of the complex, and I knew it was close. It's a complicated matter getting 3 dogs in the door, and we have to close it too, and Duke complicated things by putting his tennis ball down )&&)@))&^ three times, and I had to tell him to pick it up three times. Then a senior started a long-winded story about walking her dogs when her babies were in a stroller 72 years ago, and I kept walking and she kept talking and I was way down the hall, and she couldn't see me, but she kept talking, and I kept saying uh huh, and then finally, I peed as I was about 10 feet from my front door, so I yelled down at her "gotta go pee, byeeee", and stepped inside my apartment before anyone could see me.
Whew. I do believe that was a run-on sentence. Kinda like run-on pee!
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