On Friday night, Jeannie and I went to dinner to celebrate the fact that we got our driveway permit. We went to a Thai restaurant, and it was OK. We had a nice time. Then after dinner, we went to Trader Joe's to pick up a few things, and I had to go to the bathroom (the Trader Joe's next to my work is #1 on my list of Best Public Restroom in America, beating out a gas station in Bowling Green, MO that used to have the #1 spot), so I went in the bathroom and cut a fart that lasted 20 seconds. Seriously. Close your eyes and count to 20. It's a long time. And I thought that after cutting the 20 second fart that I was done, that any gastro-intestinal duress had been resolved, so I went out and met Jeannie in the vitamins aisle, but she told me to go back in there and give it the ol' college try. And I'm glad I listened to her, because it turns out that I needed to do things that probably wouldn't have waited for us to make the drive home.
This week's gonna be super busy and probably pretty stressful. Wish us luck.
