The other evening we took my daughter out to dinner. We decided to sit outside and it began as a pleasant evening. There were several other diners as well, all basking in the sun, yet under the pergola.
The food was delicious, the drinks were the essence of summer and all was picturesque. That is, until my daughter burped like a trucker. That’s right, my sweet, demure, angelic faced pig, burped so loud that the entire outdoor dining area became immediately silenced.
Needless to say, hubby and I both admonished our daughter for her outlandish behavior- to which she blamed on acid reflux.