Monday, August 21, 2006

Reasons why, number 3,974,857.

I love that woman because she makes me laugh.

The other night, the baby was in her crib, and we were getting ready for bed. My wife farted a rather grandiose and multi-note fluffer. The baby stirred not. When I crack one, we have to get the spatula to scrape her from the ceiling. (Not to mention the dog.)

I said, "How come when I fart she wakes up, but you can fart with abandon?"

She said, "Because mine sound like a door creaking, yours sound like artillery rounds."

Maybe I should look into going competitive...

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