so here’s something fun. i gots the bronchitis, with a loud barking cough and sneaky sneezes. (drinking super hot yogi tea right now, with fresh ginger and cloves and cinnamon and honey, thanks to h.) here’s the thing: sometime in the past 48 hours, sneezes have begun to make me squirt. just a little bit. but enough to inspire this phone conversation with h yesterday:
h : i’m on my way home. do you need anything from the store?
h: giggle giggle
me: shut up. and please get unscented. there’s nothing sexier than smelling like flowers and pee.
and then last night, as i applied a liner to my pristine panties, h said, ‘you look like my mother’.
with the onset of incontinence, i’m really looking forward to uncontrollable flatulence in public places. wheee!