Do you know...I read a woman's blog that makes me laugh every time. And she recently did this post where she mentions "farting loudly in public." Specifically, that she almost never does.
Me too, I thought.
It reminded me of church yesterday.
Michael and I were a little late for Stake Conference, so we sat in wooden overflow chairs. Yes, wooden chairs-- you see where this is going!
And I just...tilted...
I didn't even try to be subtle. My wickedness had me laughing to the point of tears. I looked at Michael helplessly, gasping I was laughing so silently-hard, and he widened his eyes at me. "QAIT!" he whispered, trying not to smile. (After all, I'd done him no favor-- if anyone looked at us, they'd just as easily wonder if he'd done the crime). And this time, it wasn't the sort I could "pass off" (haha) as the kids' faults. No way.
The end.
Oh, PS: I did it three times.
You ARE wicked! When you said you did it in church I thought you must be talking about this one time in Highschool when you farted loudly in church on a dare, but it was YESTERDAY! I can't stop laughing. Honestly, I am too scared to fart at church. I just don't want everyone thinking I am a dirty old man, which I think I am about one step away from most of the time.
ReplyDeleteYou. Are. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteThis (along with countless other things, let's be honest) is why I love you. Thank you for the smile. I needed it this morning. :)
ReplyDeleteHAHAHHAHAH!!! Oh, man. Q. Your farting history is prolific.
ReplyDelete