Okay so on my birthday three years ago I had gone out to eat lunch with my coworkers. I don't really remember where we went. Well during my shift a friend called me that she wanted to take me to dinner. I told her it had to be right after work cause I had to go after work to pick up my son from drivers ed. We went to Jason's Deli and I got a tuna sandwich and only ate half cause I still was full from my lunch.
Well on my way home I started getting sick. Like when you have to really have to go to the bathroom. I mean really really have to go. Then I noticed I had to put gas I was OMG I am not going to make it. I hurried and put gas and rushed to pick up my son. I told my son I was not feeling good. I was going to jump out of the car and run inside to go to the restroom. He was okay mom I will get you purse down and lock up the car. As I am pulling into the drive way I notice his girlfriend outside. No biggie she is always welcome at my home.
I run inside go straight to the restroom yelling OMG OMG it's coming. I do not use my restroom in my bedroom I use the one in the hallway for guest, this is the closest to the door. I sit in the toilet and I am so relieved I made it. All of a sudden I hear people singing Las Mananitas. I am WTF! what is going on? I realize it is a surprise party for me. I am not getting out of this restroom everyone heard me take a dump. I came outside and everyone was just looking at me like laughing. My son was so dead for not warning me. He was the one laughing the most. He turns around later on and gives me a handmade card with me sitting in the toilet and people singing outside the door. It read Holy Crap It's Your Birthday! Happy Birthday Mom.