Just a little warning to all of you that go to snee for advice and ‘technical’ assistance…
This is the result of snee trying to take a picture of me:-
Bless…he’s only had the phone for a year and he STILL doesn’t know which way to hold it and which buttons to press!! 😐
Paul was laying on the floor, pretending to do the ‘dying fly’ coz he’d just farted.
I walk next to him and he pulled my trousers down! So, instead of the usual mad rush to pull them back up again, I decided to get my own back …
I promptly turned around and started to squat over him saying “I really need to fart…”
The look of sheer panic on his face made me laugh SOOOOOOOO much I could barely breathe!
It resembled this…
hehehehe
So, we’ve cut right back on the beers lately. Instead of a few bottles with dinner & during the evening, we’ve been having tea or soft drinks. It’s been great – saving money AND less trips to the bottle bank! The other and, in my opinion, most important benefit has been that Paul hasn’t been farting anywhere NEAR as much as he used to! On the odd occasion when he does, they haven’t had the usual disgusting aroma!
Well, that was until he went out on Thursday for ‘curry night’! I don’t know what they put in it, but when he got home the combination of beer and curry had mutated inside his guts and the resulting emissions could have been used in chemical warfare! It was as if a fog of death had descended on the house. Even the girls, when they came in for their morning cuddle, declared “urgh, it stinks in here!”. Being the top bloke that he is, Paul instantly replied “I know…your mum keeps farting!” 😐
We’ve just had a couple of days off, so on Friday we went to the garden centre to have breakfast. Toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, beans, mushrooms and hashbrowns for Paul (he wasn’t that hungry) and scrambled egg on toast for me.
Now, I’m sure a lot of people out there know Paul better than me, but I’m fairly confident when I say that he’s NOT an avid gardener and really doesn’t have any interest in plants. In fact, if you ask him what a particular plant is the answer is likely to be “a green one that has flowers on it”. So I was a little surprised when he started moaning about the winter pansies…
“They’re really disappointing aren’t they? Not really a rainbow of colours! It’s like they’re saying ‘yeah, we’re here, we’re flowering, move along…meh!'”
There’s no pleasing some people! 🙄
Oh yeah, the nicknames…
Can’t decide which is the most appropriate for him at the moment.
Option 1 – SKUNK – When we get into a fight (play fight I might add), or if I move suddenly and he’s not expecting it, he farts! This leads me to think that he may be part skunk and uses it as a defence mechanism.
Option 2 – THRUSH – Let’s just say that he’s been an extremely irritating twat lately…
Decisions, decisions…
I got posting privileges (actually – ADMIN privileges) on Lisa’s blog 🙂
So, I’ll just leave this link here for Arie: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Toffee
Blue Duck 