Okay, fine... There was one event, or incident if you will. Let's go back to the trip up the mountain when we were stuck behind a wreck. This was no fender bender, this was a multiple ambulance - fly in multiple med-evac helicopters type of wreck. So we waited. And waited. And waited. This was miles of cars all at a stand still. There were no exits, no places to pull over, and especially no places to potty. I had to pee. Not just a little bit, but a -I can't hold it and my time is running short - I need a solution NOW type of pee! Each side of the highway was open fields with absolutely no coverage, so attempting a squat outside of the car was not an option. There was no rest stop for miles for me to try to run to. My brain was spinning and my bladder wasn't joking around anymore and there was only one solution. With Drew laughing hysterically, but also cheering me on with all his heart - I peed in a diaper. Two diapers actually. It wasn't easy. It wasn't pretty. It was, however, a great success! I will spare you any further details, but God bless pampers. A girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.
There. That was our trip to Flagstaff.
Stop picturing me wearing a diaper.
Hanging out at Lake Mary
Our cute friends arriving in style