Getting in the Thanksgiving Spirit

Aaron and I were engaged in tracing back Thanksgivings past for a reason I can't recall at this exact moment. In that process I was reminded of a funny little story, that definitely brought me into the thanksgiving spirit.

For your reading pleasure.

The Thanksgiving of my 17 year of life, I was happy, healthy and thirsty. I apparently drank a lot of water or whatever we were drinking at the dinner table that year. I filled my stomach and my bladder.

Off I went after the majority of my day spent with my family feasting, to my then boyfriend's house, to spend the last few hours of the day with his family and his extended family. I bolted from my house to his house (about a 20 min drive), to which I was met with his entire family, and extended family, already waiting in the cars for me.

I trotted from my car, into theirs, and off we were onto our 1 drive north to reach the house of the grandparents of my bf, followed by his extended family in the car behind.

About 45mins in to the trip, it hit me. It being my bladder trying to explode. I had to go. So I bounced my knees and got real quiet.

My bf asked if I was 'okay.'

"Yes, I'm fine" I replied.

I bounced my knees a little faster, repositioned, and stayed silent. How much farther was it?

"Are you sure you're okay?" he asked again

"Well, I really have to use the bathroom, how much farther is it?" I whispered

"Like 10 minutes? Can you hold it? I can ask my Dad to pull off to a gas station or something?" He kindly offered.

"Um, NO! Don't say anything. I can wait" I said, completely mortified.

About 30 seconds passed and I was positive if I didn't get somewhere within the next 60 seconds I was surely going to pee my pants, in the car, in front of his entire family.

"Okay, tell him." I said rather quickly.

"Hey, Dad, Erin has to go to the bathroom, can you find somewhere?"

"Well, we're almost there, I'll step on it!" He said happily, and step on it he did. We were flying.

I think the faster speed made me have to go more. This was it, this was the end.

"I'm going to pee my pants!" I exclaimed! I threw all inhibition to the wind and figured actually peeing my pants would be more embarrassing than letting them know I was going to pee my pants and avoiding the problem.

"Well, what do you want me to do? There's really nothing around here hun!" He sympathized

"I'm seriously going to pee my pants!"

"Well, I can pull over?"

Pull over? Pull over.

Out I jumped onto the shoulder of the six lane 5N freeway, full of Thanksgiving Day traffic.

His mom pulled off her jacket to block my bare butt as I dropped my pants in rid run to the biggest (smallest) tumble weed I could find.

"I won't look!" She exclaimed as she turned her head away.

And then I peed; while staring at the backyards of a new housing development of 20 houses, with the freeway blaring behind me, while a jacket held by his mother blocked my dignity.

Don't forget his family, and the extended family that was caravanning behind, pulled over to inquire as to why we were stopping.

To say I was mortified would be an understatement.

And that's nearly my only memory of that Thanksgiving, thanks to me and my bladder.

So what am I thankful for this year?

That I will not be traveling any distance and that I can drink as much liquid as I want without risking my dignity and a flashing incident! BRING ON THE MARTINELLI'S!