Did you know Lucille Ball is a distant cousin of mine? I’m pretty sure the universe is reminding me of that fact right now, because this level of chaos has to be genetic.
You know those moments when you think, “Surely, this night can’t get more ridiculous”? And then the universe is like, “Hold my towel”? Yeah, that’s me.
17 ounces of water never seems like much when you’re drinking it. But when the entire bottle empties into your purse—which you then place on your bed—it’s an entire ocean. And naturally, my purse wasn’t empty. Nope. It was housing:
• Chargers (including cables and bricks) for all three of my devices, which of course all need to be charged,
• My earbuds (which are now marinating in their case),
• And a small library of paper items that are now… gigantic spitwads. 
This delightful aquatic adventure happened after the second exhausting night in a row. I’d just taken my mom and stepdad to catch their 1:50 AM airport bus, came home to a sick kitty, and spent way too long wrangling his anti-nausea pill. (It’s too small so it kept jamming inside the pill popper, which also shot it across the room twice, after which it was so soggy I had to freeze it into dough just to get it down him. He hid while I was doing that, because of course he did.)
While all this chaos was happening, my water bottle was quietly turning my purse into a portable swimming pool.
Now here I am, drying my bed with a towel and debating whether it’s even worth trying to sleep. Did I mention this is the third time recently that I’ve slept on a towel? At this point, I should just embrace it as a lifestyle.
Tell me I’m not alone: What’s the most ridiculous thing that’s happened to you when you were beyond exhausted? Misery loves company, and I could really use a laugh—or a hug—or maybe a fresh set of towels. Again. 
DoodlepunkArt 