I revealed at work this week that I was a pants wetter when I was a young girl..But it's not what you think. The only time I ever peed my pants was when I was laughing hysterically. Which was A LOT.
Not to change the subject but I had an English teacher named Mr. Logan. He was a great story teller and was adamant about teaching his students that there are no such things as ALOTS. So everytime I use those words together I think of him.
Back to the bladder control issue...or lack of. The earliest memory of peeing my pants while laughing was a Sunday while visiting my dad. I believe I was 6 yrs old. It was a special day from what I can remember because of the fact my dad got the hand me down sofa from my Grandparents. It was green and still in great shape.
I'm trying to remember if my dad's apartment was a typical single guys apartment or what but all I know is it had a nice newish green sofa and we (my sisters and I) were in our glory sitting on it watching football with my dad while he drank his Schlitz.
Halftime comes around and now it's time for a tickle party. My dad was the best tickler. ..tickling is another thing kids like to do but as an adult NAH-AH!! kinda like the eating frost from the dumpcase and crawling under the bus seats. After reading my last post my co-worker announced she crawled naked under the bus seats. (WEIRDO) So yeah my dad starts tickling me on the newish sofa..You all know where this is going. I'm laughing and laughing and then I start telling him "I have to pee..I have to pee" This is where it turns into the story of "The Girl Who Cried Wolf" I guess I had said " I have to pee" on different occasions, when I really didn't have to pee, one too many times for his liking. Now that I think about it my mother always told me I knew where every bathroom was on the Northshore. I had to pee what can I say.
Can you guess what happened next? Do I really need to finish the story? I suppose for some of you I do. I peed my pants on the newish sofa. Not even a day old in his house and I christened it for him. If I know my sisters well enough I'm sure they marked that cushion and wouldn't ever sit on it again.
Stay tuned for more stories of wet pants in the future.
The coworker crawled under the seats as a dare! Not for the pleasure of trying to stay clear of all the gum underneath them
ReplyDeleteDid you have Mr. Logan at DHS? Because I totally remember that about the ALOTS, and I think of that all the time also.
ReplyDeleteGreat blogging!
Also, since Lucy was born, I have been known to pee in my pants a little more than I'd like. Just a couple of times :)
Yes Kathy, that was the same Mr. Logan. So happy you are enjoying the blog. You made it looks so easy.
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