APHRODISIAC, almost adult and the countdown continues

Dickidoo flatulated this morning in bed.  I'm beginning to think its like an aphrodisiac to him.  I'm not really sure if its the smell that gets him going or the sight of me gasping for air like a fish out of the water, but I can almost guarantee that even as my eyes are rolling back in their sockets from the toxic odor, he's scooching over to whisper suggestions in my ear... Half the time I don't hear him because even my ears slam shut against the smell.  Chocolates, Dickidoo, have you ever considered chocolates?  Or flowers... beautiful, sweet roses?  What about music?  KennyG would be nice.  Can we get a little romance going here, please? Sheesh!    And people wonder why I mention farts in my journal so often.  Because my life is filled with them, thats why!  And half of them aren't even mine.

My son Gabe called today.  He's trying real hard to get back here at the end of the month.  He'll be 21 by then, his birthday is on the 17th of this month, a legal adult.  Funny how you can join the military, drive a tank and shoot an M-16 during a war on a foreign country, but you can't drink a beer until you're 21.  I plan to have a beer with my son when he visits.  And hopefully I'll have a glass of milk with my grandson as well.

10 more days until school starts!  The house to myself!  My computer to myself!  My coffee creamer to myself!  I'm almost giddy with excitement.