Went to bed early last night with dead arms and aching hips. (and yes, I am only twenty seven, I cannot even begin to imagine the aches of being thirty.) I have got to feel better about being in my twenties.
I slept soundly. I had dreams that I can’t remember.
This morning I woke up to extremely loud gas coming out of my behind. I was clueless until the presence made itself known and sent me scurrying out of bed and out of the bedroom.
My own fart woke me up.
1 Comment
Tuesday, February 19, 2008 at 1:56 am
Lol! Yikes! That’s all I can say!
Cheers
BC