flatulence

ahhh… the power of the fart. you might be wondering why on earth i found the need to blog about this. it is my belief that The Fart has for far too long been taken for granted in creating happiness in human relationships. have you ever noticed that a fart, especially a loud one, has the astounding ability to bring a smile and even a fit of giggles on? of course this is usually accompanied with the thumb and fore finger pinching the nose or, if you’re more lady like, with one hand making a fanning motion in front of your nose. in my case, its always a slap on the husband’s lap or shoulder, reprimanding him for his lack of manners.

farts have played a major role throughout my pre-married life and more so in my early married life (actually, i’m still in my early married life). there are times when i get angry with the husband for farting (especially if its somewhere in the vicinity of my face), under the duvet covers (which have a way of wafting out of the folds), in the car or just a bit too loudly. but most times, it’s always a giggle fest. usually when it’s yours truly releasing the airbombs. hihihi…

the husband has rather active bowel movements. so sometimes when he farts, he goes “uh-oh… i hope its not a shart.” a shart being a fart with a bit of shit. hihihi… i know that most women, myself included, are often embarrassed with releasing bodily emissions cos its un-ladylike. i know of people who still malu-malu to do certain things whilst their husbands are in the bathroom. hey, its understandable. i am too.

its funny though don’t you think? how men are often times more relaxed about these things? but heres the thing: i am less self-conscious about these things more and more and these days, i can give as good as i get. so husband, although i wont do it in the presence of others, theres nothing stopping me from flatulating (if theres such a word) under the duvet. so watch it.

what you can do, i can do twice!