January 18th 2012 7:25 am
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I'm not so sure I like this Dr. Miller guy. First, he puts his finger where no one's finger should ever go. Next, he tells my mom that she should stop giving me roast beef and filet mignon (the nerve!). And now, he tells Mom I'm incompetent. There are lots of things I'm good at: getting belly rubs, willing my FF to give me food with just a look (but apparently, not roast beef or filet mignon anymore thanks to Dr. Miller), sleeping. Oh, wait. Mom said I misunderstood and I'm incontinent, not incompetent. I'm a little embarrassed - apparently I'm so relaxed sometimes that a little pee trickles out when I'm lying down. But Mom said it's no big deal, and it happens to the best of us - there's a reason she doesn't do jumping jacks or jump on the trampoline anymore! So I'm going to start taking some pills everyday (I'll think of them like vitamins) to keep me (and the floor and the kids' beds!) nice and dry.