When Life Throws You Poop, Planes, and Parched Lips

Ah, life. A beautiful tapestry woven with joy, love, and...moments that make you want to crawl under a rock and never resurface.

Today, we delve into the unholy trinity of human experiences that test our resilience and make us question the very fabric of the universe.

First up, the public poop panic. We've all been there, haven't we? That gnawing feeling in your gut, the frantic search for a haven, the silent prayer to porcelain gods that everything goes smoothly (pun intended). It's a primal fear, a test of both physical and mental fortitude.

And let's face it, no matter how prepared you think you are, the universe always has a way of throwing a curveball – a clogged toilet, a missing roll of tissue, a sudden influx of fellow travelers with the same urgent need.

Then there's the plane/bus-missing misfortune. You race like a gazelle towards the departing gate, luggage bouncing, heart pounding, only to witness your chariot of escape disappearing into the distance.

Despair washes over you, followed by a wave of self-doubt. Did you miscalculate the time? Did you trust a faulty alarm? The questions spiral, each one a tiny dagger twisting in your gut.

And finally, the lip balm betrayal. You step out the door, feeling confident and cute, ready to conquer the day. But then, a cold wind whips across your face, and your lips suddenly feel like sandpaper. You pat your pockets, your purse, your hopes – but alas, no balm to be found.

The day stretches before you, a vast desert of chapped discomfort. Every smile feels like a punishment, every sip of water a reminder of your folly.

But here's the thing, dear reader: amidst the panic, the frustration, and the dry, flaky lips, there's a strange kind of humor. These shared experiences, these universal anxieties, bind us together in a hilarious, slightly masochistic way.

We laugh because, well, what else can you do? We share stories, compare battle scars (metaphorical, of course), and emerge a little more prepared for the next time life throws us a poop-shaped, plane-shaped, or lip balm-less curveball.

So, remember, friends, these trifecta terrors are just bumps on the road of life. Embrace the absurdity, share your stories, and never leave home without a well-stocked emergency kit (you know, just in case).

Until next time, may your commutes be smooth, your bowels cooperative, and your lips forever moisturized.

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All my love,

Esther ♥️