Now that I clearly have much more free time, I also want to spend more time on my blog. I might even try more adventurous things like actually posting pics and links and memes and gifs. To get back into the swing of writing, I'm going to participate in 100 Days of Happy. One of my friends introduced me to this online challenge that encourages people to be thankful for at least one thing everyday for one hundred days. My friend has been a real trooper and I think she is almost all the way through. It's so important to be thankful in your life for the things you have or don't have, experience or don't experience. As I've started to slowly age more and more, I've come to realize how true this really is. I am very happy to say I feel very blessed in my life with what I have recieved and I hope this feeling of gratitude for the Almighty will never leave me.
But, before I get into my 100 Days of Happy, I have a very funny story:
The other night, some months ago, my Mr Wonderful and I went out for dinner. I think we had fast food of some kind, not the good kind that stays with you and fills you up. The kind that just passes through and leaves you heading for the toilet. Cheap night out, what can I say. I'm pretty sure I just got the usual burger and shake from this sub-par establishment. The rest of the evening was pretty quiet and everything went along just fine . . . Until the next day at school.
I'll just cut to the chase and save you the suspense, I needed to poo pretty bad once I got to school. Yeah, it was just one of those mornings. Fortunately, there is a single unisex bathroom on my floor just around the corner from my lab available for moments like this. The worst is when you really have to dump one out and you end up chasing five people out of the bathroom. I found my solace that morning in that single stall unisex bathroom. After the poopoo drama passed I breathed a sigh of relief while washing my hands. I tiptoed out of the bathroom and left the door just very slightly ajar so the fumes wouldn't over take any one passing by.
As I walked back towards my lab, out of the corner of my eye, I could see a new student heading for the now very foul bathroom. There was no time to divert her - she headed straight into the danger zone. Oh no! Just as I expected the girl was in and out of that bathroom so fast I swear she teleported!
That awkward moment when you see someone walk into and right back out of a bathroom you just bombed.
I'm pretty sure she didn't know I was the source of the carnage, but it was embarrassing none-the-less!
