So...I definitely peed on my bathroom floor.

It's true. I did. I peed on my bathroom floor last night. So, here is the story. I still cant quite figure out how it happened, but it definitely happened and I have no one else to blame for it. So I sit down to go to the bathroom (the toilets in the new house are quite small, and my voluptuous butt does not fit all that well). I'm peeing. Everything is going fine. I take care of business, I get up and I pull my pants up. (this is all as we are getting ready to leave for our anniversary dinner) I notice that my pants are wet. I cannot figure this out. So, I stand up and look down at the light pink tile floor (yea, its pink. I'm learning to embrace it.) and I see a huge puddle of pee on the floor. I immediately assume that one of the dogs has peed on the floor and I'm so mad because I am going to have to change now, and we are running late for our reservations. Then, I realize that the doors have been shut and the dogs have not been able to get into the bathroom. The only explanation is that I peed on my own bathroom floor. How did this happen? I have no idea. I still cannot explain how I managed to do something like that. Some got in the toilet (I looked) and some did not. I have never in my entire life peed on my floor before. John and I had a good laugh over it as I was down on my hands and knees scrubbing the floor, but I can tell you that that killed any romance that was going to happen that night. Oh well. OH! and then last night when we got home, I sat down to pee again (in the toilet this time). I sat there for a few minutes, taking my time, paying the bills and such. I finish. I stand up. I look to my left and realize that the bedroom window blinds have been completely open the entire time and there are neighbors walking down the street. Its dark outside. My bathroom light is on. So, on top of peeing on my floor last night, I also let my neighbors watch me sit on the toilet while I paid my bills. Good times.