An Angel Nevertheless

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“What do you like about being married to me?”

“I like seeing your face every time I wake up in the morning.”

“Hmm..you always get up before I do, so I really don’t know.. What do I look like in the morning?”

“Like a sleeping angel.”

“An angel?”

“Yes. My angel. … My fart angel. You look like an angel but you can fart me to oblivion.”

I obviously can’t sleep. This is pretty late for me already. Past ten in the evening and all. I’ve been farting horribly all evening and my husband suffers. I have no idea how he can conjur an image of the angelic sleeping me when I almost farted him to death a few moments before asking that question. This might be true love then.

I wasn’t like this before and we both wonder why my fart stinks to death as of late. If the movie Labyrinth was real, my fart would be the smell of that Bog of Eternal Stench (was that what it’s called? not really sure how accurate my memory is..). That’s how bad it stinks. I can’t even stand the smell of my own fart. I am surprised that my husband bears with it. ugh.

I wonder, are there other girls out there whose fart can wake the dead? I reckon it must be because of the food I eat, but I don’t really eat a lot of stinky food. Anyone got any ideas?

I am obviously bored out of my wits to be writing about this. After all, who wants to read about my fart?

He sees me as a sleeping angel inspite of all the horrible farts. Either my husband is head over heels in-love with me or completely utterly and hopelessly insane. Let’s assume that he just loves me all that much.

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