I have read and been told that baby hormones can turn you into a complete dunce, but I am thinking I might be taking this to a whole new level. It is possible I may even achieve stupidity, I am just hoping it is temporary.
I think I mentioned in a previous post that I mooned people visiting the Big Buddha due to getting my skirt hooked on my backpack while squatting over a eastern squatty-potty toilet…
As if that wasn’t bad enough, I may have topped that today. At the least, I surpassed the humor factor of the Buddha Incident.
Today, we went with two friends of ours to the 4D Theater at the Airport Mall to see Ironman (which was SO FREAKING GOOD, OMG you MUST go see it right now!). We left our flat and met them out front, rode with them to the bus in their golf cart (that is a whole other story), rode together on the bus, walked through the airport and then through part of the mall together…and then my bladder kicked in and I went off to the bathroom as everyone waited for me by browsing a toy shop.
It happened in the bathroom while I am hovering over a toilet. Ladies out there, you understand this and understand the logistics of it, but for everyone else’s sake I am going to explain the logistics: hovering over a toilet, a normal toilet, involves a lot of looking at your feet…enough said. So, I am staring at my feet when I burst with laughter. I laugh my way all the way out of the bathroom, find Cybr and as soon as he sees me and the look of laughter ready to rupture on my face, he begins to laugh and asks me what is so funny…
I cannot answer him, I bust up laughing even harder to the point of tears and silent air-laughter. Everytime I try to tell him what is so funny, he laughs and that makes me laugh harder. (anyone who knows me enough to have heard me really bust a gut laughing knows that it is unavoidably contagious!)
I catch my breath and tell him how I’ve said to him that these pregnancy hormones have made me stoopid and how I was hovering over the toilet when I saw my shoes. I said through more airy laughter, “Look at my shoes!”.
He looks down and begins rolling with laughter. Now we are both busting up with laughter when our friends, who by now think we have both lost our minds, ask what is so funny. I point out my shoes and we all get a big laugh.
Perhaps you had to be there, but I had on two different shoes. Both Crocs. But two different colors.
Yes, as a matter of fact I am feeling a bit special right now.
EDITED to ADD: I feel I should mention that the shoes were EXTREMELY different in color. One was tan with black accent and the other was bright ice blue with brown accent. It was in no way subtle!