I'm not a pony, I don't eat rainbows, and I don't... Well, you know.

"In my world, everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows, and poop butterflies."

Katie, Horton Hears A Who

Well, this has been a pretty good week so far. I feel like I'm living quite the charmed life, what with my brand new Wii Fit Plus (yes, The Husband did in fact read this post, he did search all over creation for one, and then just when he was about to give up, he did happen to try Walmart just one more time, and they did cut open a brand new box of them for him), and the fact that I have won three, yes THREE, giveaways in the past week.

I won the metal heart keychain (from wholesalekeychain.com) thanks to Milk and Cuddles, and I was even able to get it engraved! My feet are soon going to be super cute and cozy around my house thanks to Amber at What the french, toast? -- and you can get your own at her Etsy shop. And last but not least, I managed to score some bling from *b*!

So life's been pretty good. And I'm sure you're thinking that I walk around with the wind at my back and the sun on my face, but I just wanted to assure you that I face my fair share of hardships. Well... I mean, yeah, there were the major upsets, but also your regular, run of the mill, really average stuff.

It was a totally average day. I had dropped off Li'l Bit at a friend's while I went to the dentist, where I had a perfectly average appointment. I noticed a little rumbling in my tummy, but I didn't think anything of it. I arrived back at my friend's house, collected the kiddo, and went out to strap her in to her car seat. Then my tummy rumbled again, only this time I thought a lot of it.

Because it happened.

Don't ask, "What happened?" You know what. IT. IT happened. And I had no idea what to do. I was standing next to the car, in the driveway at my friend's house, and I had a choice to make. I could a) go home, but that meant driving home in it. Although, I thought, there was probably some way I could utilize one of Li'l Bit's diapers... Or b) I could go back up to my friend's house and tell her about it. And ask to use her bathroom. And her shower. And for a change of clothes. And to forever change the way she looked at me, because this was a level of friendship that we had not. yet. reached.

Then my tummy rumbled again and I realized it was going to happen again, and time was short. In fact, time was so short that I walked ran waddled back up to my friend's front door and pounded hard enough to make my knuckles bleed knocked politely. She opened the door and I gathered every bit of dignity that I could to greet her with, "I have a little emergency. Could I use your bathroom?" Without asking why, she let me right in and brought Li'l Bit back inside with her.

I was in the bathroom with it faster than you could say, "Pepto Bismol." I turned on the water in the tub to wash... Well, everything. And I waited for it to stop happening.

And then I called out from the bathroom to ask my friend if she had a plastic bag. And a pair of pants I could borrow. And a pair of panties I could keep.

And then it was over. At least it was over long enough for me to get home, arrange for someone to pick Big Sister up from school, and call The Husband to request his presence at home. Later, I found out it had happened to a few other friends, and it was because of something that we'd all eaten the morning before.

Although.  None of my other friends were standing in someone else's driveway the first time it happened.

So, see, life isn't always a bowl of cherries. Sometimes it's a bowl of something else altogether.

Because it happens, my friends.