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Farterworks

Even though we took these photos over a month ago (dude, who keeps letting time move by SO FAST?) I thought I’d share them with you, because they kind of crack me up.

This was a Saturday morning Mac Photo Booth play session with Braden (hence the fabulous photo quality, *snort*). He is both silly and fun as well as intensely moody, whiny, and dramatic.

I really have no idea whose child this is. *wink*

pbbl11smiling pretty for the camera

pbbl2after being scolded for slapping the keyboard

pbbl3making fun of him for whining

pbblthreegiving in to the giggles after the tears

I adore hanging out with him and being silly. He is displaying such a fabulous sense of humor these days, which makes it even more fun.

And by sense of humor, I mean that he is cracking me up by replicating my incorrigible taste for fart jokes, with indelible favorites like:

*the sound of fireworks outside*
Him: “Ooooooh, Farter!”
Me: “No, silly, you know those are fireworks!”
Him: Pause. *giggle* “Oooooooh, FARTER-WORKS!” *raucous laughter*
Me: *SMPL*

Gotta love havin’ a little boy. Especially when you are secretly one, too.

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Lazy Douche Enablers: Sarah of Sarah and the Goon Squad

Lazy Douche Enablers write posts for me every other Tuesday. That way, I can be a much better… you guessed it: Lazy Douche. Today’s Enabler is Sarah, of Sarah and the Goon Squad.

That Sarah, She’s a Classy Gal

When Lotus asked me to guest post I immediately said yes.

And then I remembered that I am not a very good writer. And right after that I remembered that I had completely run out of things to write about on my own blog. And then I felt stupid.

Not that feeling like an idiot is a new emotion for me by any stretch of the imagination.

Oh! That gives me an idea. I could tell you my fart story. This seems like an appropriate venue for a good fart story. Wouldn’t you agree? Here goes nothing.

One time my husband and I were in Orlando for homecoming (I went to The University of Central Florida, and yes actually Daunte Culpepper was a Freshman when I was a Senior.) and we had been drinking like crazy all weekend and eating total garbage. It was after the football game and the plan was that we would all go to our rooms and get cleaned up for dinner. My stomach was a mess. I’d been drinking Miller Light in plastic bottles all day. You know what that can do to a person.

Our good friends Tammy and Ritch were staying two doors down the hall from us and we were going to just meet them in the hall and go down to the lobby to meet the rest of the gang. Gabe opened up the door to our hotel room and I said “Are they out there yet?” He said “No” and then I let out the loudest, raunchiest fart of all time. Then Gabe closed the door.

He said “No, Tammy and Ritch aren’t out there, but other people are. Apparently these “other people” all turned to look at him when the event occurred.

This is one of those things that when it happened I was so glad that it was only me and the person that already promised to spend the rest of his life with me that witnessed the event. (Well, and the others, I suppose but unless they are reading this right now they have no idea it was me.) Of course 40 seconds later when Tammy and Ritch actually came out of their room I immediately blabbed the entire story.

Then I told the internet.

I have no shame.

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sarahbeardIf Sarah entertained you today, feel free to check her other stuff out at Sarah and the Goon Squad, Loser Moms, Draft Day Suit, BlogHer, MamaPop… she pretty much writes everywhere.

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What you get when I’m saving you from the really bad posts I’ve written.

Yes. That's my ass. I will regret posting this photo, I'm sure.I’ve written a lot of posts lately.

But I haven’t published many.  Why?

No, it’s not because I was too busy taking pictures of my fat ass.

It’s because they are all either weepy and sad or angry and bitter.  And, contrary to what you may think, they are not all about the whole miscarriage thing.

Apparently I’m angry and bitter, and feeling ranty and shitty about lots of things.

And towards lots of people. Whoa, Nelly.  That just ain’t kosher, eh? I’m trying to BE A GOOD PERSON.

See that Tagline up there in my header?

“because survival requires humor”

I really do believe that.

But my funny isn’t sustaining enough for me to write good humor posts lately.  And that PISSES ME OFF.

And also?  I’m tired of eating beans and staring at the $12,000 in medical bills we’ve accumulated these past few months.

Because farts are funny, and all, but this?  This is not funny.  This is depressing.

And depressing farts don’t really make very good humor posts.

So I’ll go back to writing my private, weepy, rantlike, depressing, shitty posts on my computer. And then not publishing them.

But I’ll whine to you about it.  SINCE THAT IS OH SO FUNNY, RIGHT?

Just punch me in the face and get it over with.

*farrrrt*

(don’t laugh, that was a depressing one… couldn’t you tell by the tone? amateurs.)

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