Baby I whispered, I had an accident in the bathroom.
At 39, it is a slightly awkward thing to say to your husband as your shorts pockets are bulging and you are in the middle of a store carrying just your wallet...
I do not take blame for it however. Circumstances....
The short lady who went in the potty before me and laid a stink bomb is the true person I feel like blaming here.
We drove Lexi two hours to camp and being a bit early, stopped at a local drug store for a pee and candy bar break.
Since I was the one crossing my legs, I got to go first.
I waited and waited and waited.
Finally this tiny woman emerged.
I entered and a wall of stink hit me.
Normally I'd retreat, make a couple of laps around the store or wait until later.
HOWEVER my bladder was not having it.
I couldn't see whether the bathroom WAS actually clean but due to the stench I was pretty sure putting my purse anywhere BUT my lap was a bad idea.
I don't know if stink can stick, but it sure seemed like it at the time.
You guessed it, I stood up and bam, purse landed in the potty on top of my pee! Still not sure how I pulled that off, but I am capable of great acts of lameness.
I did not swear. I did not cry.
I pulled dripping purse up with ninja speed and set it in the garbage can praying the purse was lined.
THANK THE DEAR HEAVENS I was able to retrieve all the contents that were all still bone dry.
Left the purse for dead.
Now I am shopping for purses.
RIP old black purse that went with me to Peru.
P.S. I think it's easier to shop for a printer than a purse. I might be carrying just a wallet for a while!
P.P.S Dear Family that begged me to write this, I hate you just a little! ;-)