Let’s hear them, ladies!
This morning, I was feeling pretty decent so I decided to take a shower. My shower is amazing...it has two shower heads and multiple body jets and gets my whole bathroom delightfully steamy. I’ve had a cold (thanks patient of DH with rhinovirus that coughed in his face!) so I was hoping the steam would loosen up my congestion.
10 minutes in, along comes DH. He takes his shower, looks at me with a smile, and FARTS. A loud, long, we had Indian for dinner last night fart. Then he laughs.
This fart hit the steam, got into my nostrils, into my lungs, into my very soul. My shower goes from smelling (quite literally) like roses to me vomiting helplessly on the floor.
DH is still alive. I’m thinking I just need to pick a jury of 12 mothers...bam justifiable homicide.