Yesterday when I got home from work, I was surprised to find a small package waiting for me.
I recognized the return address as Stephanie's, and my first thought was that I'd left something behind when we'd been at her house recently for Twitter Supper Club.
But I opened it up to find a cute little notecard.
I unfolded it and read:
What could it be?
Bahahahaha! Internet, please contain yourselves. I know all of you are DYING to be known across continents as someone who pees their pants.
I mean, THAT'S LIVING THE DREAM.
It could be worse, you know. I could be known for pooping my pants, instead. OH WAIT.