My grandfather’s lady friend used to stand and fart. Apparently, with MUCH age, one does that sort of thing.
On my medication, there are wonderful side effects. Again, I am on a TKI- my second, and both cause weight gain amongst other things. I am the only fat cancer person… again. Any who, as of late, I’ve had something called, ED. This means, farting is a thing of the past- unless I can be absolutely certain it won’t get ugly.
This evening, I am displaced. We’re having our boudoir painted and there is no place for me to lay. At first, I chose my eldest’s room since it’s closest to my bedroom. However, she does not want to be with me because she is 14.
As I was getting up to leave, I told her I was leaving behind my mug and spoon… and accidentally farted my way out of her room and into my son’s.
Hearing my eldest scream at me, my baby told me I was also not allowed in his room and should “get out now!”
Leaving me one last room, my middle child’s – who btw, hates me and my family, I am now trying to convince my son that I will not shit the bed.