Pee Me a River
Yesterday I drove straight to my sister's after work, right? Okay, so I didn't have my phone on me, I was simply hoping to God she'd be home (for I really wanted to see her, but mostly because my bladder was throwing some kind of fit). Naturally, as is the norm in all my whimsy, she was not home and my bladder sorely disappointed. I drove the entire way home dancing wildly to the tune of Holy Shit, I May just Voluntarily Pee Myself for the First Time Ever, before finally relieving this upon my return. After parlaying these events to dear Kendra much later in the evening, she replies, of course, with "Why didn't you stop somewhere?" to which I said, "That's an excellent question, Kendra, an excellent question."
And then I wowed the crowd of the divest bar EVER with my signature rendition of the JT (dare I say) classic Cry Me a River.
And then I wowed the crowd of the divest bar EVER with my signature rendition of the JT (dare I say) classic Cry Me a River.