Pee Time

After a couple of heavier posts, I am in the mood to laugh. Are you? Yes? Good. What about peeing? Are you in the mood to do that too? Hope so.

In general, I aim to be a lady on this blog. To that end, I do my best to avoid profanity, vulgarity, and discussion of bodily fluids. In this instance, I couldn't resist.

I was in my study the other night, hard at work polishing LIFE AFTER YES. Husband came in, clutching his BlackBerry, laughing. I asked him what was so funny and he read me an email from his good friend, our good friend. For purposes of anonymity, let's call him King, okay? Okay. King is a fun guy, a smart guy, a hilarious guy, and his email didn't disappoint. Important backstory: King is in a serious relationship with a wonderful girl whom Husband and I have met and really like. King and his lady live together.

Here is the bulk of the email (edited only to achieve the anonymity desired):

...but for [those] who may need a little comedy I thought I'd share a story that Lady relayed to me this AM.

Apparently she woke up at 2:30 AM when I got out of bed.  She saw me walk over to our coffee table, flip open her laptop, pull my boxers down and begin to piss all over it. She then screamed which woke me up, I stopped and I then headed to the bathroom to finish the job.

I wasn't even hammered...  but didn't remember it until she reminded me of it this AM, and then the bizarre feeling of trying to explain why I was pissing on her computer when I didn't really know...

So, there you have it. Apologies for the verb choice (piss). I didn't choose it. Personally, I love this little window into unmarried life. Here I am, thinking life with two kids and two cats is a bit hairy and confusing, but then I am smacked with this slice of life and realize that things are not necessarily more black and white sans wedding ring and kiddos. Ha. Sundays are my somber day and this anecdote made me laugh (and almost pee), so I thought I'd share it with you. Thanks, King! Why did our friend pee on his Lady's laptop in the middle of the night? Is he worried that she might become an obsessed blogger? In all seriousness, he (and we) crave your interpretations of this mysterious occurrence. Any similar stories filed away that you'd like to share? Hope so!