Sooooo, we have a little park in your neighborhood. It is nice and quaint and they really do a great job of keeping it up. This past weekend the Local Tennis Playoffs were at your subdivision's courts. And we went down to cheer our neighbors on. It was hot and everyone was sipping there martinis and calling for the cabana boy and wearing their jewels with their designer tennis skirts. I was in Old Navy and flip flops. And I drank a beer. And it was so good I burped. Anyhoo, it was not long that the Twerps were crying to cool off in the creek. And of course I took them down there to wet their feet. The sound of the little water fall was relaxing and peaceful and...and.... Ought-Oh....
That beer was kicking in and I HAD TO PEE - just a little at first...so I started to tell the spawn I had brought forth into this universe to come on out of the creek and pack a bag cause we had to go home cause I had to pee pee.
They said, "What you talkin bout Willis?" And then, I HAD TO PEE. And there was no holding it. And the creek sound was KILLIN ME. And I couldn't make it.....Oh Oh Oh...The pee pee dance had ensued.
So, I did what any country club, tennis playing, jewel wearing, martini drinkin, classy woman would do. I pulled down my pants and peed in the woods.
In the words of Popeye, "I Yam What I Yam."
I am gonna fit in fine around here. Right? Right? Hello? Anyone?