Shhh, Don't Tell on Me

DG recently downloaded a new widget for his desktop, a whoopie cushion. Prepare yourself for high school boy antics and lots of fart jokes. It started the first day where he would spent hours giggling like a frat boy and playing all of the fart noises, everything from squeekers to juicy wet check your underwear sounds. Every night, I'd have to turn up the tv over the whoopie cushion interruption. Then we would be sitting working in quiet and all of a sudden, DG would lift a cheek off the chair and let the whoopie cushion rip, all the while blaming it on the dogs. On my part there was lots of stiffled giggles, indignant eye rolling, and hand slapping. To no avail.

Then last week, there I was needing to let off some steam. I was home all alone, working, the dogs were driving me crazy, so I went and sat at DGs computer, turned the speakers on loud and totally kicked the fart noises up a notch and giggled maniacally by myself. Don't tell DG though, he'll think I'm condoning his bad behavior.