I am setting the scene. I am in the kitchen, my husband is in the living room. Our house is not "open concept". Aaaanddd....ACTION:
There is a loud rumble from somewhere...
Me: Was that you?
Him: Was that me what.
Me: Did you poot? (The word 'fart' is verboten in out domain. Too crass)
Him: Nooo, I thought you pooted!
Me: Nope, Well then I guess it WAS thunder. Is it supposed to rain???
So, now you know our dirty little secret. Hidden poots that reverberate like thunder. Burps are a different blog entirely...and don't even get me started about skid marks...
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