So, I was in the shower with my husband. Don’t judge, and get your minds out of the gutter. He was shaving, and since he has to shave so often the steam helps his face. I was putting my shampoo back in the caddy that hangs from the shower head, and somehow the shampoo bottle, the water, and fate itself lined up in such a way that I managed to hit myself full force in the face with a deluge of water.
I sputtered and gasped, and my husband started laughing at me. Which made me laugh. We were having a swell old time. But I really had to pee. Like bad. And there was warm water running down my butt from the shower. Lots of warm water. And before I knew it, I was wetting myself like a nervous kindergartener on the first day of school.
I tried to cross my legs, but my husband somehow looking shocked through his hysterical laughter gasped “Are you peeing?” which made me laugh even harder, and then there was no stopping the stream. It was embarrassing, it was awful, and I needed to share. My favorite part was when it was my husband’s turn to shower, and he tried to step gingerly around where I had peed. Good luck with that buddy.