Urine for a surprise

I got peed on this morning. 

 

By my 3 year old.  He was pretty sleepy, I'll give him that. Seriously, tho?  He couldn't wait to turn his body toward the toilet and instead he peed on my hand as I tried to help him pull down his sweaty jammies.

 

This has been sort of a trend in the past few days, not gonna lie. 

 

Saturday night I was able to get away to walk and spend time with my girl A. I stayed over, which was heavenly.  When we got back from dinner, I offered to take her new puppy out since she does it all the time. To give her a break, you know?  Well the little bastard was so excited to go out, he couldn't hold it. Peed on my foot. And my favorite flip flops.  It's a really good thing I also have a dog and that stuff doesn't gross me out, but really?

 

Today, I got metaphorically peed on. Well, my ego did.  I got the whole "We need to cut spending" convo from Mr. Kiss.  Don't get me wrong. I knew this was coming.  It's just hard to fully face the reality that since he's had zero progress with the job hunt, and nothing looking good any time soon, well, it's time to skip Starbucks and name brand cereal.  Still, it hurt a little bit, in a selfish way. Since I've been working as a "grown up", I've never had to reign myself in…I've been comfortable.

 

Like I said, selfish – we now have kids with expenses and medical copays and a New England Sized mortgage.

 

Anyway, that's a lotta pee, ain't it?

 

Know what totally made my day? I got another donation for my 3 Day Walk.  Just this morning. I have already surpassed the minimum fundraising goal of $2,300 – they require every walker to raise at least that much to participate.  Know where I'm at today? At this very second?

 

$4,191.00 

 

Over four thousand dollars. Pledged to the Susan G. Komen foundation. Supporting me and my miles.  My girl A was gobsmacked, and I was too, if I'm being honest. I mean, every single dollar counts, and I've dropped to my knees I'm so humbled at times. (yes, me. I pray. And I'm grateful for the gift of humility).  I can't leave out my team mate Poppy (www.funnyorsnot.com) who is also more than half way to her minimum goal.  We have some good people in our lives, that's the truth.

 

Since I'm focusing on the Not Being Peed On news, this just in!  I was on the 3 Day site and noticed that they had spectator info listed for the Boston event.  Get this – you can send me a letter to say "go you" or "Save Boobies!" or even "fuck off, yah bitch!" I'll get mail on the walk! That's pretty freakin' cool if you ask me.  Here's the info – it'll only cost you a stamp:

 

Write a letter expressing your love and support to your walker, which we'll deliver to her/him on the event.

Send letters to:

3-Day for the Cure

ATTN: INSERT NAME OF PARTICIPANT**

P.O. Box 181270

Boston, MA 02118

Envelopes only, please. No boxes or large packages. Mail must be postmarked no later than July 12th in order to ensure delivery at the 3-Day Camp Post Office. Please note: This address is not the actual location of camp, but a PO Box for mail delivery only. Any mail that is not received by the 3-Day by the date above or retrieved by the participant by August 7th will be destroyed.

Source: http://www.the3day.org/site/PageServer?pagename=BO_Spectator

 

**if you don't know my name but want to write a letter, e-mail me

I hope I get mail from you. And you. You, too – reading this post in the bathroom. Yes, even you. 

Now, go on. Enjoy your day. Feel your boobies. Hug a friend. Don't pee on them.