okay, this happened:
(if you are squeamish about IBS- save yourself and skip
this.) okay, you know it's a bad day coming when this happens. I ate something
greasy while out at breakfast and sure enough, I knew i had to get home and i
mean, get home NOW. I am prodding james
to run every stop sign, red light, whatever... and of course, it's seems like
it's all slow motion. I am also freaked out as it is TIME FOR A NEW CLIENT and
who wants to be confined in a bathroom when a new person arrives. SO.. we screech to a halt in front of house
and i go stiff legging it down steps, half stepping half sliding, praying all
the while, lord just get me to the toilet on time. im dropping drawers and
flinging myself through the door of my tiny crooked bath room just as i STEPPED
ON MY UNTIED SHOE LACE which caused me to hurtle forward and fly through air
where i landed belly down on top of commode.
It did NOT end well. NATURALLY---
at this moment, my clients arrived. and OF COURSE --they had URGENT need of the
facilities. I hear James attempting small talk while i am doing everything
imaginable to get the situation under control and myself presentable. Finally, i did emerge and I think i got by
ok.
so, i am sharing this for NO REASON except that i wanted
too. (and yet, people still ask me for
my opinion and guidance)
