Here's a whine:
SR had a brainfart last night and I couldn't post, so here's what I was going to put:
Isis always follows me into the computer room.
I had just set down a can of diet soda...she went over to it, of course...and I went to move it away...and...
Long story short she and the can of soda fell down. Soda exploded all over poor Isis. I ran after her with a towel...trying not to laugh while at the same time worried she's hurt. Nope. All I wanted to do was towel her off....and she wanted to play! I finally grabbed her and she was still enough for me to get most of it off.
Mom didn't think it was funny because it hit the carpet...even though I cleaned it up. I thought it was hilarious.
Yesterday at the bus stop I had to reach into my pocket to grap some change, and the fem. hyg. product exploded out of the wrapper and the string was hanging out of my pocket. I almost handed the bus driver a tampon.
Unused, of course.
I know, TMI. Too bad. Whine about it for all I care.