Mortified to Ask This, But...
Ugh! Without going into graphic detail, it was disgusting. I had to turn around and come home. Lucky for me, my sister wasn't home yet, so I could sneak into the house and be ashamed without her asking me "What's wrong?" every five minutes.
I'm not a crier by nature, but I just stood in the shower and cried from embarrassment.
Then I had to hurry and do laundry. I'm grateful it didn't make a mess in the car, blech!
I did eat some chicken salad today. I don't think it was spoiled, but it obviously did not agree with me at all.
Earlier today, I was happy that Aunt Flo finally showed up after 67 days of PMS, but I'm not feeling too happy at the moment.
Kix Ah, now I'm embarrassed again!
What a good pal you are! I felt bad that I wasn't able to call you to let you know what happened.
I was stuck on traffic on the stupid hogback (some accident on 470/285 backed up traffic all the way up 70, the hogback, and Red Rocks). We weren't moving at all, so I was pretty much trapped even if I'd had time to get to a public restroom, I wouldn't have been able to do so. Nothing like stewing in your own s***t, no wonder babies cry loudly when they have full diapers.
A guy friend of mine always says, "Never trust a fart." I think I will have to embroider that on a sampler!
Other jokes that come to mind include punchlines such as "I'm no longer full of s**t" or as Dunny alluded to, "S**t happens."
I'm sorry I missed the evening, I'm always inspired by hearing others' stories, and my WLS doesn't do stuff like that. Although, perhaps it's a good thing I didn't get there, as I was bringing a platter of the chicken salad I ate earlier in the day. I could have wiped out the whole room!
Big hugs,
Kix
on 11/7/07 10:04 pm - San Antonio, TX
