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
in which my husband does something stupid
May 27th, 2008 at 11:20 am
Trixie farted in my hand this morning…. It’s almost the same, except waaaayyyy cuter.
May 27th, 2008 at 5:54 pm
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.
May 27th, 2008 at 6:35 pm
I’m the farter in my relationship.
Just thought you should know.
May 28th, 2008 at 2:11 pm
The wife is lucky husband didn’t eat at Five Happiness. Yikes!
May 28th, 2008 at 8:28 pm
My favorite line is, “Well I didn’t think you’d feel it!”
May 29th, 2008 at 1:13 pm
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.)