Where there's a will, there's a way...

Don't doubt me for second. If I have my mind set, it's happening.
Okay, that makes me sound a little...controlling. Let's try again.

When a girl has to pee, she has to pee. A bladder can only hold so much, for so long....ya know?

Picture this:
A crippled, helpless beauty (like that?). Stranded on the couch, unable to walk. After drinking much H2O in her efforts to counter act the poisonous pill popping she needed to pee. Badly.

Meanwhile two bedrooms and a conference call away worked her handsome professional arguer (how 'bout that?) deep into important conversation.....In other words, it wasn't a good time to take me to the loo.

Did I mention he has to CARRY me to and fro? It's a mixture of humiliating and (admittedly) damsel-in-distress-esk.

Back to the full bladder.

After much waiting, leg crossing and uncrossing, and attempted distraction I decided to take matters into my own hands.

Supplies: Pillow, hideous black velcro shoes that protect my recently cut open tootsies
Plan: lower myself off of the couch, scoot my way across the small patch of carpet to the kitchen tile, place myself on the pillow and slide/scoot my way through the house to the bathroom.
Estimated Time: as fast as possible before I pee my pants

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! Although I did get scolded by Chris & was told he would be happy to put them on hold so I don't risk hurting myself (awww!). I am still patting myself on the back, I have officially confirmed I can survive in the wild.

THE END