I feel so comfortable in my own home.
I know that the mister and I have a great relationship. Want to know how I know that?
Well, the other night we are sitting on the couch together and I've got my legs in his lap. We are having a nice conversation about our week ahead when the hugest sneeze hits me. I sneeze so hard a squeaked out a really loud fart. I look at him and he starts busting up.
You know it's love when you fart and they can laugh with you about it.
Isn't love grand?
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Cracking up! Gas happens.
My husband loves to tease when anyone farts that it's really me (cause it gets me a little riled). And the sneezing and farting at the same time - he calls that a double-whammy (i have some pretty big sneezes sometimes). It's a good thing we know how to laugh about it (cause it still makes me blush).
Nice. There's nothing like eating Mexican food and then cuddling on the couch :)
I'm a new follower to your blog and I LOVED this! I always said I couldn't ever marry someone until I knew I could fart around them. Ding, ding, ding...we have a winner! And we're still going after seven years and LOTS of farting between the 2 of us :) Thanks for being so real!
Seriously, one of the qualifications of the man I was going to marry was that I could fart in front of him. It wasn't top of my list, but it was on there.
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