I Hope My Bladder Doesn’t Burst
MTM is a hopeless romantic. For Valentine’s Day, he gave me a new bladder.
Because, you know, he’s worried that I won’t drink enough water on my Natchez Trace trek. He wants me to cart it around like a camel on my back.
And I’m concerned.
All that water, chugged through a long straw………….
It will make me have to pee while I’m walking.
A lot, I fear.
I don’t like to go on the ground, especially not next to the road, where hapless drivers might happen to buzz by just as I drop trow and let it all fly. If I drink the contents of the biggest bladder MTM’s money could buy, will I be able to hold it for fifteen miles?
I really hope my bladder doesn’t burst.