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."

Comments

  1. Momma HuntOctober 3, 2009 at 9:55 AM

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

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  2. the Freakin GuyOctober 3, 2009 at 1:11 PM

    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!

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  3. LaurenOctober 4, 2009 at 3:02 PM

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

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  4. JeneOctober 5, 2009 at 9:59 AM

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

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  5. toyfotoOctober 13, 2009 at 9:19 AM

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

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  6. MeganNovember 1, 2009 at 8:04 AM

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

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