Thursday, December 5, 2013
221 : Well At Least We Can Still Laugh
Wednesdays were my Ex's night with the kids. Every Wednesday. He would come to my house and I wasn't allowed home until after 7. It was a strange thing because on Mondays and Tuesdays, I often felt rushed to leave work and get home. Then Wednesdays, when I actually had the time to do whatever I needed, I was extremely anxious to get home. I'm sure this week in particular I felt that way, because we were just now starting to get back in our groove after Thanksgiving. But it was still his night, so I had to occupy myself until after the 7:00 hour. I attempted to stick around work, but randomly our company email was down, so there wasn't much to do there. So when a few coworkers invited me to join them for a drink and I willingly agreed. I enjoyed 2 beers and then headed home to where my Ex was waiting. We had a couple things to catch up on with the boys, money, logistics- there always seemed to be something to cover. Our conversation was easy and fortunately there was nothing contentious to go over that night. And then all of a sudden out of the blue, I farted. Not just a silent fart, but a full on unexpected noticeable fart. I wasn't someone who had gas problems, or farted publicly, either. I was typically rather private about such matters. Perhaps it was the beer? I wasn't sure, but clear as day there had been a loud fart that we both heard. Without delay, we both immediately erupted in laughter. I couldn't remember a time in the past when this had happened before? There was nothing to say, as soon as the laughter stopped, it started again. The best part was that I didn't even feel the least bit embarrassed. I probably should have, but after everything we had been through there was no reason. We finished our topics and he took off. And even after he left, I caught myself laughing about it out loud again. Oh life. If you couldn't find the humor, than what was the point?
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