This will be short but sweet:
On Valentine’s Day, my husband Eric and I took my parents, two of our kids, and one of their significant others for a fabulous meal in Nowheresville. As we ate, I kept having to go to the bathroom. There was just this incredible pressure feeling across my mid-abdomen. I was beginning to get worried, although it didn’t stop me from having cheesecake with strawberries for dessert.
On my last bathroom visit, I looked down at my skivvies. I’d worn cute ones, with a little button and bow in the BACK, but now I realized they were without a doubt in the front. I kicked off my boots and reversed the undies, and WADDYA know but suddenly I didn’t feel a “pressing” need to tinkle any more.
Eric told me that they say the mind is the first thing to go.
That’s all I’ve got.
p.s. Maybe that’s not all I’ve got 😉 The picture is of Eric with Maisie, the bottle-fed calf my parents are raising. They borrowed a horse trailer and brought her to Nowheresville because she gets a bottle three times a day. She thinks she is a dog, and once ran off with two of the dogs when we weren’t looking. We ran all over creation looking for that calf. I had visions of coyote-food in my head, but I ultimately found her in the forest in a clearing, happy and calm. She is a cutie!