We have been in the car for about an hour and a half now, and my bladder is about to explode. I Seriously have to pee. I keep squirming around in my seat, waiting for the next place we can stop at. Hopefully, it will be in the next minute or I am going to explode, which won't be a good thing.
I mean death by full bladder is definitely not a way I want to go out.
"Carter, "I say dragging out the R.
"I know, I know we're almost at the next rest station," he says switching lanes. I'm in the middle of texting Kelly and letting them all know we are stopping. So, they don't end up getting lost.
After about ten more minutes of driving, we end up at the rest station. I immediately jump out of the car and rush to the bathroom. And you know me; I rush and don't pay attention. So, aft
