My girl Laura came by last evening. It’s nice to sit on a rainy Friday night and sip wine and whine. Her Howard came by and joined us. He just came back from London and he and I were sharing stories about the food, the Tube, parks, pubs …. you get my point. Andy interrupts us and says:
“Yeah that’s nothing. We’ve got this new cat at work that has the WORST farts ever. I’m tired of talking about London” and then proceeds to imitate the cats style and sound of fart.
Sometimes I wonder if I am raising 3 kids.