Tag: Fart

Husband, Love, Panicking About Bear Attacks, Poetry

An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch

I thought I had already completed my obligatory Valentine’s Day post, when I wrote a love letter to my nasal irrigation system.  But, then I thought there was no reason to disregard my OTHER lovey-dovey.  No need to mention which or whom I love more. Mr. Grouch, you are a man apart, You wake me with your Good Morning fart. We met in the year Nineteen … Continue reading An Open Valentine to Mr. Grouch

A Morning Grouch12 Comments
Family, Husband, Love

A Special Fart. One I View Lovingly.

This blog is not about farts. If you are a fart-lover, I regret to inform you that this isn’t going to be chock full of anecdotes regarding gaseous emissions.  However.  There is one special fart that does belong here, as it ties in nicely with the topics of sleeping and waking. While we were dating, I do not recall my husband being much of a farter.  Nothing note-worthy, … Continue reading A Special Fart. One I View Lovingly.

A Morning Grouch14 Comments