This is for all my sister-friends who have pee-pee pants on occasion.
What a lovely parting gift we get after pregnancy, eh? Or, once we hit a "certain" age and something* takes a mean hold on our bladders, squeezing them with the force it takes to milk an over-full cow, without us doing a thing, other than sprinting toward the nearest bathroom.
OH, the joys.
I recommend you put a maxi-pad in its proper place, find a quiet locale, and, without embarrassment, sing along.
To the tune 'O Tannenbaum'
O pee-pee
O pee-pee
Why can't you stay inside of me?
O pee-pee
O pee-pee
Inside would make me hap-py.
When I cough, bounce and/or laugh
You get all over my girly pants.
O pee-pee
O pee-pee
A new bladder would be lovely.
*Is this gravity, the devil, WHAT?
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