Here I am, in the parking lot with sleeping kids, waiting for my husband to come out of the grocery store...and I really have to pee.
Yes, I texted. Yes, I called. "I'll be right out." he says. Ten minutes later I'm looking at an empty vitamin water bottle thinking to myself, if a man can do it, so can I.
If I wasn't right under the gigantic lamppost, I might give it a try. Instead, I'm sitting here wondering how long a 30-year-old bladder can hold liquid. I almost wish I had Depends.