Like breathing for S not me!
They are coming non-stop now — a new silent but violent bottom burp seems to pop out every few minutes — particularly during and straight after eating, and always always, always during World Cup matches.
These air biscuits get tossed at me with distressing regularity and while they’re not quite rhino-stoppers, these one-cheek-sneaks are more like boa belches (ie., when your colon becomes so full of gas that it takes on a life of it’s own. Often likened to a boa-constrictor with a full belly. The resulting burp is long and very satisfying) — and so common now that S doesn’t even notice it — and just because they’re happening near non-stop doesn’t mean they’re not vile!
When I threw a tantrum during the World Cup, S retorted “It’s just like breathing for me”.
enough said
Is S still talking to you?
Do you have a nice dog box next to the death pond in your back yard? I have a feeling if so you will be sleeping in it tonight…
When you ask “is S still talking to me” I can say 100% for sure she is still farting at me