It has been suggested that I move past my love for farting and add something new to my blog. I feel your pain; however, sometimes when I am alone with just me and my farts, I feel so nice. Almost pretty. And they really make me laugh. It goes all the way back to high school when we would stretch before before baseball practice. Ripping some choice biscuits was my way of loosening up the team. Hey, they voted me co-captain, so I've got that going for me. My friend Chris even went so far as to buy me a fart-o-nator a couple of weeks ago to entertain myself when I ran out of farts. Classy!
My sister claims to have married a younger version of me. I am so happy for her. We get along great, my brother-in-law and me. We cut the sound down on the t.v. and make up new conversations. We call each other on the phone and make gay innuendo jokes. I couldn't have picked a better one myself. He even taught my niece to say "Hey, lets have a fart contest." I'm so proud.
We've had a rough time of it lately. Brett just can't seem to get past these painful kidney stones and UTI's. I have prayed hundreds of times to switch places with him. I would love for him to have at least one "typical" day on earth. I don't really know what else to say here that wouldn't bring you to tears. So, I'll just get back to being stupid and ignore that for now.
3 comments:
Sorry that Brett is still struggling. Glad to read that you are still hilarious!
I continue to hope and pray for an improved quality of life for Brett and rest for both of you. I wish there was something more I could do for you. I will keep praying.
In Christ,
Melissa
You keep chugging along with Brett!
I still am pissed you and Pinhead fart in my Avalanche. It ain't funny.
I like to fart in private.
Love you like a rock!
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