Vanity, Thy Name Is Some Girl.
This evening, as I was getting ready for bed, I went about my normal routine. And then I peed on the floor.
It started out all normal and I did what I do before bed, including, going to the bathroom. As I sat there, I happen to contemplate the last time I shave my bikini line. I had used a new product that was suppose to alleviate the razor rash. As I sat on the toilet I realized that thus far I have been bump and itch free. I then decided to inspect the area, not thinking that I should wait for everything else to finish first.
I gently spread the skin at the top of my thigh and as I did the stream of urine changed direction and there was an unexpected pool of urine on the floor in front of me. I just like to reaffirm to everyone that I am possibly the least graceful person to live on the planet.
Really, the point is that as cool as I seem in some ways there is an appropriate check that balances. I am worldly and well traveled and also klutzy. I am eloquent but often spill soup down the front of my shirt. I have my nails and hair done regularly yet occasionally pee on the floor. I am the embodiment of those photos in the tabloid magazines that scream: “Famous people are just like us: the buy groceries, they pick up dry cleaning, they park cars!”
For the record, this is the second fresh post in two days. Not that I’m counting or anything.