Ace has the most awesome farts. As I am unreasonably immature, I find this to be a blessing. He's not in pain, he's just musically inclined. They have tone, rhythm... I think he farted the first notes of "It's A Small World" earlier. Even when he's woken me up for the 3rd time in a night, all he has to do is fart and he gains my favor once again. Especially when he squeezes out the really long ones... a good 3 seconds of toot just makes me love him so much more. I only wish I could let 'em rip without unnecessary concern for social acceptance.
A few minutes ago, while checking my e-mail, I leaned over and busted a quick one. I looked over at him in his carrier, and he was staring up at me, brow all furrowed, as if to say "amateur."
By the way, a church friend from California who hasn't seen much of the "farts are cool!" side of me reads my blog now. That fact gave me momentary pause, but I figured what the heck. We all fart. Hey, Leona!
1 week ago