More Pee Pee Stories

I was reminded by my mother-in-law that I have another pants wetting story, so I'll share that with you this evening.

When I was, oh probably 4 or 5 years old, I was the flower girl in my uncle's wedding. (I would say aunt and uncle, but they divorced several years later.) Anyway, I digress. I don't remember this event, so I'm taking everyone's word for it that it really happened. What I do remember is that I ran out of flower petals before I got to the front and so I turned around to pick them back up, but that has nothing to do with the story.

I'm assuming I stood still like a good girl throughout the ceremony and walked out just fine. After the ceremony though, when everyone went up to the front, there was a wet spot right where I had been standing. Oops.

Fast forward 15 years. Wow, only 15 years. The man that performed our wedding ceremony was the same person who did Chris' parents wedding. The evening of the wedding, we're standing at the front of the chapel, about to exchange vows when I look at Bob's bible that's just inches in front of me. What caught my attention was a slip of paper that was hanging out the top and the words written on it alluded to this story. While I was reading this, he was in fact recounting something about my childhood, although it was completely unrelated. So, here I am thinking he was about to divulge this embarrassing story.

Turns out he had asked if I had a good sense of humor before the ceremony and had put it there just to mess with me. He had no intention of telling the story. Had I thought about it, I would've realized it was just for my eyes since the print was facing me and not him! I guess my mind was elsewhere.

The night before, he had asked my parents for stories about my childhood to give him a little insight and possibly something to use in the ceremony. Why this story came up, I'm not quite sure. I guess my family has always appreciated stories surrounding bodily functions. I could tell you some doozies. But that's another blog for another day. I will tell one more pee pee story though.

This one happened several years ago. During the middle of the night, I had the using the restroom dream. Have you had one? They're soooooo real. Anyway, I woke up halfway through and jumped up trying to get to the bathroom. At this point, Chris hadn't woken yet, so I was trying to come up with a game plan that would accomplish two things. 1) removal of the wet sheets and replacement of dry ones and 2) and this one's the kicker, try not to wake Chris. Give me a break; I was still half asleep.

So I think I was mid way through the pull off process, when Chris wakes up, rolls over and says "What are you AAAAHHHH!" as he rolls right into my pee pee. He was ticked off that I let him roll into my pee because I thought I could change the sheets with him still in the bed, but mostly I think he just didn't like the fact that I had just wet the bed.