I was working last Friday and with a jolt, "woke up" to feel something cold on my ass. I reached my hand around and realized I had shit my pants. I grabbed the phone and waddled to the bathroom and called Michael. I felt dizzy and funny and knew I had had a seizure. I've never shit myself before. Good times.

Michael came and saved the day. What a wonderful hubby. I'm glad I was the only one there.

Today I'll be busting my arse working on this paper.
Entertain me?