*I will use each Tuesday to rat myself out about something! It’s all in good fun and I am sure that these “truth-day” revelations won’t be things people don’t already know about me!
Farting. We all do it. Right? According to Dr. Oz, we pass gas at least 12 times a day. Sadly, gas comes at the worst times. You know, if you are in a meeting with your boss—it’s not like you can just play it off like it’s someone else. On an airplane, it’s a tough gig being trapped in a tin can with some serious gas.
Since I am a mom of a toddler (who initially didn’t speak any English), I have, at times, blamed him for my own farting. Is this nice? No. Is it fair? No (and life isn’t fair). Am I a mean mommy? Probably. But dang, no one says anything to a kid who has gas, but if I have to fart—I only got a 3-4 year shelf life to blame him, so I gotta tap that! Just sayin’!
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