Adventures in apostate parenting, mid-life crisis and other random shit.
Why I fart
My mother has always been a gassy woman. For as long as I can remember, she would belch multiple times a day and every time she would look startled and say, "OH! Excuse me!" like it took her by surprise and she had no idea where it came from! The running joke was that mom's side of the family let the gas out and dad's side just bloated. If you've ever had abdominal surgery such as a laparoscopy where they fill you with gas, you know how painful bloating can be. So I learned from watching my mom that you should embrace the gas and let it go. Let it out and feel the relief. But don't act surprised. Everybody knows you're gassy. So I am embracing my mental gas in this blog and hoping to get some relief!
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