So, I kind of peed on the couch.
Just a little. Like, a drop. I had a really full bladder, and Ed was making fun of me for some reason, and .. I peed. I was laughing really hard because Ed is funny even when he is being mean to me, and you know how sometimes people say “I laughed so hard I peed a little” (other people say that, right? It’s not just me?) .. well, I laughed so hard I peed a little. On the couch. Like a bad puppy. It’s Ed’s fault, really – he shouldn’t have made me laugh so hard on a full bladder.
This is probably something I shouldn’t be confessing right before a bunch of people come over to my house, but I needed to get it off my chest. The couch is fine – I cleaned it, and it wasn’t a LOT of pee, and my pee is incredibly diluted anyway. Still, the facts are warm and wet: I peed on the couch. Sorry about that.
Tonight I am holding a garage sale in the living room of Sparta. There will be meatballs! Bring a tarp.