Recipe for Disaster

If you are aware of my infamously tiny bladder (Really, though. As a kid I had a mental map of all facilities in the greater Ogden area. One time, I had to bail off a float in Ogden’s 24th of July parade, pass my violin to a “stage” mom and make a mad dash for Nordstrom.) you will know that leaving my keys at home when there is a key to the ladies’ room that is different from the key to the men’s room and I’m the only woman in the office once the receptionist leaves could be a bad thing.