Okay. Funny, sad, gross story. Mark calls me from work on Monday, and asks if I want the good news or the bad news. I always say, "give me the bad news first." He then proceeds to tell me that he is shopping at Walmart to pick up a few items. He has been having really bad gas lately. He lets one rip, and then shortly after a little kid walks into the wind. After he smells the bad gas, he pukes. He is followed by another little kid who after seeing his friend puke, does the same. At that point Mark leaves the scene as fast as possible. He buys his items and calls me. The good news is he filled the water bottles.
I laughed so hard, and then had to tell my co-worker the story. And now I am sharing with you.
I love my husband, but doesn't that make you feel sorry for me. : ( (He is actually not bad at all. )