snug....

Do you ever get into such a comfortable spot that the idea of moving seems criminal? I do. It never fails that when I am snug as a bug in a rug the need to pee creeps up on me.

This infuriates me.

In fact, it is happening right now. I have my tootsie tucked into my chair, I'm toasty warm but I'm having to shake my foot because it's quite possible I might pee my pants. I know holding "it" is bad for me, but I also know that even if I recreate this cozy seating position upon my return, it will not be as cozy as it was before I got up.

So yeah, enough of the pee talk.....

This morning Stone and I were talking about what we hopefully be doing this 4th of July.

(I don't want to talk about it and jinx it. All you need to know is it is HILARIOUSLY ABSURD and AWESOME! Hopefully I will get to discuss more in a few weeks.)

I told Stone it was on my list of "funny silly things to do". He told me he didn't have a list of that nature. WHAT!?!?!? I couldn't believe it! He doesn't have a absurd places he wants to go list???....like to see the biggest ball of yarn or Dollywood!?!?!?!?

No. Nada. Nope. Zip. Zilch. Zero. He has nothing of the sort.

In my state of shock I couldn't help but inform him of another absurd place he will someday have to visit with me.....

I have already discussed this once before, but someday I will go to Punxsutawney, PA to celebrate Groundhogs Day. I will get up early, venture to Gobbler's Knob and watch that little rodent get spooked by his shadow. If by some horrible chance the Pennsylvania Polka isn't being played in the background I shall come prepared with a boom box and cassette tape, hit play and do a jig.

For your listening/imagining pleasure (picture me with a boom box on my shoulder getting down):





PS: I got up to pee in the middle of typing this post. I was right, totally not as comfortable as before.