We are currently on the road, headed south to that state in which humidity does evil things to my hair and I get caught in the rain without an umbrella at least once.  Because what’s Florida without a random torrential downpour? 

We are in the car—all of us, me, the husband, kids, and the Ikea portable potty that, hopefully, only G will have to use.  I would drink heavily beforehand but, we all know I can’t hold my alcohol and pee a lot.  We have an empty container of baby wipes just in case.

However, we had no luck with the minivan and got a ‘full-size’ vehicle instead.  I don’t know what that means, but I’m pretty sure that’s a direct insult to me.  Not that I made the reservation but Enterprise probably interpreted the husband’s ‘Yes, I need a minivan for the week of July 11^th’ for ‘I need to indirectly encourage my wife to stop eating chocolate covered pretzels.  Could you please give me a vehicle that only really thin people can climb into the back seat to pee into empty baby wipes containers…’

Something like that.

So anyway, there’ll be a couple of guest posts within the next week so my blog’s not all dust and cobwebs when I get back.  They’re from some ladies I consider awesome sauce.  The kind you’d dip your 8-piece chicken nugget combo into, complete with fries, and a diet Coke for good measure.

Man, I’m hungry.

July 14th, 2010 | Tags: pee | Category: otv main, weight loss | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL