Friday, October 02, 2009

The Freakin' Stink

It happened on the way home from The Partner's parents' house. Apparently, they fed me something they shouldn't have. I let one loose in the midst of a car load consisting of The Partner, The Boss, Number Two, the dog, and me, the fart queen. The odor made its way back to The Boss.

"Ewww! What is that freakin' stink?" she yelled. "What is it? What's the freakin' stink?"

I tried to decide whether to laugh hysterically or to suggest that she reevaluate her word choice. Instead, I indulged the conversation. "It was me. I farted."

"Oh, so you're the freakin' stink," she said. Then, because she's nothing if not supportive: "That's okay. I still love you."

6 comments:

Momma Hunt said...

To funny, my son laughs a belly laugh and yells Mommy Tooted when this happens in my house!

the Freakin Guy said...

Your "Freakin Stink" blog/post is now linked to www.FreakinUniverse.com - Insider's Guide to Outside-the-Box; Portal to All That Is Freakin®.

Funny story...thanks!

Lauren said...

Aren't you glad that post got linked somewhere else? And did you go on to clog the muffler?

Jene said...

the best part is that sounds *exactly* like what you would say. seriously, that is too funny.

toyfoto said...

She's a peach. Not sure if A would be as forgiving.

Megan said...

Both hilarious and eloquently put. What a way with words!