LIFE WITHOUT LISA, and tasty farts

Its been a week since Lisa, aka the Dirty Dish Fairy, left us.  For the most part Zack and I have tried to fill her shoes, but lets face it, washing dirty dishes is a dirty job.  I hate it!

And of course along with missing her company and housekeeping skills I find myself missing her baking skills even more.  No more hot, fresh buttermilk biscuits in the morning.  No homemade cookies.  There is only half a jar of her strawberry freezer jam left.  It makes the Smuckers in the jar beside it look dull.  I may have to start rationing the sweet ambrosia.  Perhaps I can stick some of that Smuckers into a similar mason jar and trick the Oompas into believing it's the freezer jam.  Of course one taste and they'll know... but it just might slow them down a little.

Do farts have taste?  Yes, most definitely and emphatically YES!  I tried to hold my breath after Rocky cut one loose this afternoon, believe me I tried but couldn't hold it long enough to make it across the polluted room.  It was as if I was running in slow motion for the door and freedom.  At the last minute my lungs gave out I took a long, deep gasp... but I wasn't far enough.. agh!  Nasty!  Even gargling couldn't get the taste out of my mouth!

The memory of the taste still lingers in my mouth.  From now on that girl is going to eat nothing but candy and flowers.  If she has to fart, at least they will smell sweet!