Friday, April 1, 2011
Privacy to fart
Alone time has been scarce. I'm either working or sleeping or the house is full. Or a combination of them. (Working and sleeping at the same time is especially hard but sometimes I manage it.) But this evening Nosy and her dad went to the temple. Yes, they righteously toddled off to the temple for dinner and a movie and left the godless heathen mommy at home by herself. (With a Schmirnoff Ice hidden under my bed right next to my vibrator.)
But the gas is suddenly gone. Vanished. WTF. What happened to the all the righteous indignation? The snark? The pissyness? The impending dread of conference weekend and being trapped in the house with the monotonous sound of voices blaring from every speaker we own? It's all gone. Gone with the wind. And now they are home. And the bloat begins again.