Not for the Squeamish

I passed gas!

Last night, after I was in bed for the night, I passed a little gas. I was so happy I reached over and smacked Laynie so I could tell her. I'll bet she was regretting pushing our beds together. Heehee. She was afraid I would be dying at night and unable to call her since she can't hear me. So she made sure she was within smacking distance. Although she might have called it tapping distance...