I’m currently sitting in Room 313 at the Holiday Inn Express in McComb, Mississippi. My son is sleeping, my husband is out working on his latest claim, and I’ve been mulling over what “vacation” truly means. The fact that we’re on the third floor of the Holiday Inn Express and the elevator went out of commission early Sunday morning, I’m sure, does not factor into my thought processes. The good news is that I understand the repairman from Jackson is on his way!
Once she fell asleep in the car, she was out. This, of course, made me nervous because holding your pee for close to three hours and then falling asleep in a moving vehicle can only spell disaster. One false move and that would be it.
I had to laugh when I opened my email this morning. I received an invitation to an upcoming event hosted by the company I worked for this past spring. Mine was a short employment. Also, we didn’t part amicably. Their invitation was the last thing I expected.
I’ve never heard of someone being so distracted that they forgot they needed to pee. Clearly, you’re not on your ADD meds. Look, why don’t we just go back to the restaurant?