Woke up this morning. Stretched. I've made a goal that I will put a few things away in my room every time I'm in there, even before visiting the restroom.
On the way to my dresser, I began to sneeze. Suddenly, it was imperative that I get to the bathroom.
I made it through the sneeze, and the second one.
WAIT! What's this? A third sneeze? But! I....
Just a little.
I don't even feel humiliated.
It just seems unfair.
I'm not even pregnant.
Then this would be a lot cooler.
You know....as far as peeing your pants goes.