Oh. You thought I was kidding?
Recently, I have taken my relationship with Clint to a whole new level, unintentionally. It was a Sunday night. We were sitting on the couch reading, What I Wish We'd Known as Newlyweds, by John Bytheway. I'd highly reccomend it by the way. Haha, I'm so funny. So when we're reading about how to strengthen our marriage, I let out the tiniest "blip" of a fluf. I thought there was no way he had heard it, but his head quickly snapped over as if I had just told him I was an elephant criminal on a runaway mission to steal peanuts everywhere.
Thanks for not making a big deal about it babe! His eyes lit up with excitement! [He thought this really was the first time I had farted around him. He doesn't know how talented I am at the silent and scentless "air bubbles".] He was seriously so happy and I was seriously surprised. He just laughed and smiled and told me how proud of me he was.
CAN YOU DO THAT AGAIN?!
I think the real reason he was so happy was because now he could more easily feel comfortable about farting around me. That somehow launched into a talk about his bathroom habits and he started telling me about his last few weeks experiences with the porcelain throne. He was serious but we both laughed the whole time.
Oh really? That sounds tough!
Then the other night he was walking me to my car and told me about how he was feeling pretty gassy. We had had Mexican food for dinner. Ask me how excited I am now that we're having Mexican food at our reception....! He was trying to get me to "release" so he could too. [I think the word fart is so weird. I prefer to get creative, hence "release".] I wouldn't. So he walked me to my car and as soon as I shut the door, with him still standing right in front of my door, I heard the
Man toot I've heard in my entire life. I thought he was making the sound with his mouth until I looked up and saw that his mouth was clearly busy laughing uncontrolably. I wish you could have all seen his face. You all would be laughing too!
I'm just not gonna say anything about that.
Yeah I am.
Clint could totally out do anyone on there. So proud of my baby! Are all men so talented with flatulance?
Random tangent: One time I asked one of my friends what the hardest part about being married is. She said something about money priorities and we talked about that for a sec. Then she was like, AND HE HAS THE NASTIEST FARTS EVER!! I think I've joined the club!
Back to the story. Then he started telling me about some of the times where he let one loose and I didn't even know. On my birthday, he borrow backstreet boys cds from my best friends and popped them in as soon as I got in the car. We listened to them really loud.
Remember when we were listening to Backstreet Boys?! YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW!
So now I know that if we're in the car and he turns up the music really loud or unrolls the windows randomly, it's not just by chance. Smooth moves bud!
fyi, the following information is given with the permission and even encouragement of Clint. :)