Glad ya liked it, Bev. Good to see ya. (so to speak)
We had the big family do for Christmas dinner over at my parent's place, and it was awesome. Ham, turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, cranberries, veggies, about a hundred kinds of pickles, beets, rolls, pies...God, I'm
still stuffed. It was a great meal, with some good homebrew to wash it all down too. Pop or juice for all the kiddies, of course.
Of course, we all know what happens within anywhere from about 15 minutes to a half-hour after a meal like that, right? That's right, the farting begins. So I *Ahem* "discretely" let one go on the porch while out having a smoke with my uncle. You know, we're all family and all...Wwwwwell!
I could feel mum's glare burning into the back of my skull from clear across the kitchen. Boy, did she get bent! Ha!
It was actually quite embarrassing. Christ, I felt like I was about 11 again.
My uncle laughed his a*s off of course. Boy, you do
not do that sort of thing around my mother.
"No mum...No mum...Yes mum, I swear I'll keep it in until company leaves...Yes mum...
"