A Confessional, At Its Best
Too much information: If you are one that likes to limit the
information highway from those you know best; well, consider this my fair
warning. Close this page immediately, as
you are about to be thrown some facts you wish you may not have encroached
upon. (I dare you to look me in the eye
hereinafter this piece.)
One gloomy morning on the ride to
school, my son, with a ginormous smirk on his face, turns to me and says,
“Momma, did you know when you were sleeping you let out a giant fart?”
Crickets. Crickets.
Crickets.
Yes, I was momentarily
embarrassed as I try diligently to keep my bodily functions to myself (and
within the confines of my home walls where it’s safe). I joked, I kidded and I tried to pass blame,
“Well, how do you know it wasn’t dad?!?” I implored eagerly, hoping to cause
flatulent confusion within my brilliant twelve year old boy.
“Mom. Dad was already gone for work. And before you say it, Reece CANNNNNNOT fart
like that.”
Caught. Red-handed.
Guilty as charged for having NORMAL bodily functions.
WAIT A MINUTE!!!! Hold on.
Slow down and let me get my panties out of a bunch right here.
You see, my husband, like another
other man, can root and toot and blow noxious green methane butt clouds almost
to the tune of the alphabet! But,
<ACK>, the horror, if a woman, say a gal like me, should squeak a melodic sphincter note or two . Sounds quite like a double standard to me!
I have been with my husband for
nearly 22 years and married for almost 17 of those years. I am comfortable having to release in front
of him. I try not to, but if I have to,
then so be it. I would hope that my
other over-achieving qualities that shine eminently from me on a daily basis
would give me an Out of Jail free card for the occasional black bean inspired
anal music I may produce.
Not everyone feels the same. My sister-in-law still has yet to fart in
front of her husband. She’s been with
this guy the same amount of time as I have been with my guy. Yikes.
I get colonic spasms just thinking of holding in the magical fruit
gas.
Come on! EVERYBODY FARTS! The average is 19 farts a day! Yes, people – it’s true (thanks to
google). I do not think women fart 19
times a day, but that can be a scientific study for another time.
Have no fear; I will never fart
in your presence. I will have my manners
and excuse myself to the ladies room to “powder my nose” (and pray and hope
that it is a silent one, so I do not have to hang out until the restroom
vacates – I would NOT want to give away the identity of my anal rendition of
Beethoven’s Fifth).
Never fear, I am also equipped to
remain absolutely silent if one has an escapee in public. After all, isn’t it “you smelt it, you dealt
it?”
Stop giggling. Stop shaking your head in denial and saying, "Oh noooo, not me!" Free the farts.