P has an excuse she after all is getting Chemo. I on the other hand seem to be suffering Chemo Covade, or else, just disgusting man syndrome. Dueling Bugle butts have our pre-adolescent in giggles and our girl-teen completely disgusted — which just may be a symptom of girl-teen. The toots range from Moose bugles to Goose calls on a foggy morning, and some just squeak and chirp, rarely do SBD’s slide out. I’m remined of Ludo in “Labyrinth” trudging in the bog of eternal stench; “Smell Bad!” Walking through a room one can slide into a pocket of odiferousness; wafting and lingering, or perhaps malingering, at any moment. Farts are funny mostly and since both P and I are feeling low at least we are able to giggle about this mild ignominy.
Just wanted to send you some love today from London. I’m here working until Thursday, but for some reason I’ve been thinking of you all a lot this week. Be strong, cowgirl, you’re doing great!
Julie
I loved this entry! Farts are funny, no matter what the reason! The girl-teen in my house wouldn’t agree, but the two adults who do what you and P do–we think they are pretty hilarious at times!
P, I’m glad today was a better day!
Love, S