Dear bladder

I swear it wasn't me!  I love you and you must still love me.  When I sneeze or cough, you're a 50/50 shot.  I love to jump rope, but you are making it slightly torturous.  I can't get 10 double unders in before I gotta shuffle off!  When I get up from a prone position or laugh too hard, you just let go!  I've been trying to tell you; it wasn't me! It was the kids! They kicked you and sat on you and completely pushed you around.  I know, I get it too!  We're in this thing together!  Please, be a dear and be more supportive of my daily functions.  I'm exercising your friends in there.  It must be working some?  Don't you feel more support from them yet?  I'll have to tell them to double time it.  Fair warning - Monday I'm getting my Cypress oil out!

P.S.  I still love you!
Help a girl out!

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