I have to admit to having several favorite blogs that I LOVE to read.
One of my FAVORITES is Tanya at SUNDAY BAKER. Reading her blog is like sitting down with your best friend; catching up on conversation and watching all your favorite cooking, craft and life shows. You know your going to have a great time, laugh out loud and pick up a great recipe or household tip. And, we all know that time with our best friends is precious, no matter how it is spent.
If you don't already follow Tanya; I urge you to click on over and enjoy.
While reading Tanya's blog today I laughed so hard I was sure I was going to pee. (Yes, I did just post that for the world to read!) Since I can not stop giggling, I decided that I needed to CASE her blog post and post it here.
Thank you Tanya for the laughter!
One day I met a sweet gentleman and fell in love.
When it became apparent that we would marry, I made the supreme sacrifice and
gave up beans.
Some months later, on my birthday, my car broke down on
the way home from work. Since I lived in the countryside I called my
husband and told him that I would be late because I had to walk home.
On my way, I passed by a small diner and the smell of baked beans was
more than I could stand. With miles to walk, I figured that I would walk
off any ill effects by the time I reached home, so I stopped at the diner
and before I knew it, I had consumed three large orders of baked beans.
All the way home, I made sure that I released all the gas.Upon my
arrival, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed
delightedly:
'Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight.'
He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat
and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang. He
made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to
answer the call.
The baked beans I had consumed were still affecting me
and the pressure was becoming most unbearable, so while my husband was
out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg
and let one go.
It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer
truck running over a skunk in front of a pulpwood mill. I took my
napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.Then, shifting
to the other cheek, I ripped off three more.
The stink was worse than cooked cabbage.Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.
When eventually the telephone farewells signaled
the end of my freedom, I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my
napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very
relieved and pleased with myself.
My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned,apologizing for taking so long. He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests
seated around the table chorused: 'Happy Birthday!'
I fainted.
Now tell me who is laughing? Come on! You know you are!!!!!
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