continued …. I guess you’re just supposed to put them on and pee but, I couldn’t help but wonder what was the standard volume limit?
Volume of the Dam?
I looked all over for the table of contents or for some of those FAQ’s. I found nothing about volume. Would the damn burst after a second down pour?
What do I do? I didn’t want to “pee the car”!
I felt those desperate feelings coming on but I said, “Screw it. I’m living la vida loco!” and let ‘er rip.
A Spot the Size of A Silver Dollar
Glancing down, I noticed a wet spot on my black jeans at the top of my right thigh about the size of a silver dollar..
“Consarnit!” I’m pissed. This is not what I was hoping for. Without thinking I curse my dilema. I get so pissed I can’t stand it. Soon after I regain my composure when chuckling to myself I remember my earlier thoughts of being pissed off and feeling pissed on. And I thank my lucky stars that I have a good relationship with my inlaws instead of having to hang with my outlaws whoever they might be.
Suddenly, my thoughts about being with my outlaws or being pissed off or even pissed ON become a moot point. The diaper experience taught me just how strong I can be since nothing compares to being pissed ON AND pissed OFF at the same TIME!
I’m being philosophical and open about the whole experience. In fact I’ve already started pricing the ‘double wides’ but ONLY if Jodi tells me my ass looks basically the same.