I know. I am a big enough person to admit it. I don't like it, but it is life as we grow older . . . and wiser.
On our recent trip to Oregon, I experienced something not yet familiar to my external anatomy. Apparently, well hydrated and a tummy full of unhealthy snacks causes one to loose the ability to control ones emptying processes.
We turned into a hotel parking lot, hitting a speed bump, and yes, I wet my pants a little bit. Not a proud moment in a mother's life, but I must endure. To make matters even more challenging the following morning, while driving south on the 5, Shae mentioned something extremely funny. Yes. I laughed so hard I wet my pants again. I must ask why this is happening?
Oh, it's a 50's thing, a four children thing, a mom thing, etc.
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