how about a brain break?

the other night we were sitting on the couch. it was all so innocent. gary said, "hey mad, tell me which fart noise sounds the most real..."

ppft! 'uh, no."
ppffft! 'ok, maybe that would be a diarrhea one.'
pprrpptf! 'no, too contrived...."

we do all sorts of crazy things for the sake of the kids. but that time it was really just to make each other laugh. lijah is really easy. you could park your face right in front of his and raise your eyebrows. then he'd give you his classic 'tow-mater' face. luci is a tougher audience.

why is farting and pooping so funny? it's so taboo when you first date. i remember making excuses so i wouldn't poop in gary's apartment. 'i've got to go to the fish bowl and do a paper.' and i'd actually go onto campus to poop there. or maybe if i knew it would be a fast and hopefully not too stinky poop, i would try to turn on the faucet and do it during the timespan of an elongated pee, then try to cover it up with shampoo and hot water in the drain.

now our bathroom door stays open. well, actually, he shuts it but i keep it open. he swears it's unfair because i smell more. then when family is in town he says it's genetic. i agree. the mayol-neri clan has a certain... sharp edge to the bowels. curls your nostril hairs. however, i'd take sharp any day over musky, which follows you around the house saturating every fiber of your garments.

i know all of you are good friends because i can remember many warm shared poop memories. like the first time i met rex, or reno's steaming one on the driveway, or the one gibby made that looked like a coiled snake. "how did you do that?!" "i don't know, it just came out like dairy queen soft serve."

see you on the potty.