Tuesday, May 27, 2008

a play, in one act

Setting: Living room in a California townhouse. The wife is lying on the couch watching tv, the husband enters from the kitchen and sits on her feet.

Husband: What're you doing up? I thought you were still in bed.

Wife: Did you just fart on my feet?

Husband: Uh, no. That was, uh, Lily. (cue small dog entering from upstairs)

Wife: Really, because I felt it through the blanket. And Lily was upstairs. And I think you did it.

Husband: Well, I didn't think you'd feel it! Sorry!

Wife: Wow.

end scene


  1. Trixie farted in my hand this morning.... It's almost the same, except waaaayyyy cuter.

  2. Totally different note: I really liked the book you are reading right now. I also have some of her other books and I thought they were all really good.

  3. I'm the farter in my relationship.

    Just thought you should know.

  4. The wife is lucky husband didn't eat at Five Happiness. Yikes!

  5. My favorite line is, "Well I didn't think you'd feel it!"

  6. I'd say I'm right there with Sara and that I'm the farter in my relationship, but as I think about it, we're pretty equal on the farting front. Luckily for me, my partner doesn't do dutch ovens. (Ew, I never even heard of those until someone mentioned it on the intertubes a few years ago.)