IN THE SPIRIT AND TRADITION OF THE DUST BUNNY CLUB

I re-read my earlier entry and realized that I had worded it to where it sounded like I DIDN'T want my husband to read my journal.  I DID!  In fact I had tried to get him interested in it a few times before but I guess he did enough reading with his college classes that he didn't want any more.  At any rate when he finally did read it, I knew he wasn't going to be happy about a few entries, but I was hoping he wouldn't take it too hard.  In fact he took it rather well.  The trouble that followed was from a totally different issue.  So, I will continue my journal, there are no plans of an impeachment of the President of the Dust Bunny Club of North America.  And I will continue to make the self-sabbatoging pee/poop/fart/burp/snot entries that prevent me from official AOL stardom.

And, in keeping with tradition, this little tidbit.  Last night, while I was being assaulted by Arts Farts I realized why the good Lord, with his infinite wisdom and whacky sence of humor had invented farts.  It was out of pity for us humans so we wouldn't have to burp and taste something that nasty from our mouth!  I've always referred to farts as 'butt burps', now it all makes perfect sence!  The kids thought I was saying my bedtime prayer.  What I was saying in fact was "Dear Lord, thank you for not giving farts a taste... AMEN!"