The other morning I awoke a little more tired than usual.
I hopped out of bed and headed to the rest room, picking up a “female accoutrement” on the way.
I’m sitting on the camode, eyes closed cause the light is just too bright, and doing my morning thang.
Eventually i take inventory of what is in my hand. Feels a little weird. Hmmm… Brain still not functioning so i don’t think too much about it.
Then it comes time to make use of the thing in my hand, I open my eyes and alas I have a q-tip in my hand not what i needed.
I was cracking up for half the morning thinking about it.