Never trust a fart.

Today, I worked, went grocery shopping for an hour or so, came home and had sex, went out to dinner, had garlicky gluten free pasta with my awesome enzymes, came home, husband went to watch tv and I started reading. I felt a small fart sneak up on me, and suddenly realized it was not a fart. I had to have a bath, throw out pajamas outside at midnight, and now it is 3am and I’m afraid to go to bed just in case it happens again.

No real point to this rant - I just know you guys would understand.