I don't know why but passing gas and not passing gas has been the subject of numerous conversations I've been having.
(See what happens when you go away for a while and you keep thinking, "You have to get back to the blog." You write about this.)
I found myself around someone with uncontrollable gas. Who's greatest comment was "I'm Vladimir POOT-in!"
This got me to thinking what goes on in the mind when you decide to fart in front of someone close. Like let's say your significant other. When did you make the decision to do it? Did you find yourself in a situation where you had no choice. Like something "escaped" and there was no one else to blame at the moment.
Or was there more thought behind it. You know what it's time to cut bait right here. I think I can do it without consequences. I have one in the chamber and it doesn't seem like a doozy. I haven't been eating exotic food. It's time to find out if this person loves me...
"Honey, pull my finger."
Or in my case. It happened in my sleep so I broke the ice without the shame because what could I do about it?
Sorry. It was either this or another week of nothing.