Last night Heath (my boyfriend) and I were sitting around eating apple pie. I remembered, after we had finished eating, that I had actually bought awesome chocolate earlier. Second desserts are a favorite of ours (mine, actually because I’m a glutton)… This is the conversation that followed:
Me: “HEATH! I have something for you!”
Heath: *narrows eyes and tilts head* “Is it a fart?”
I guess that’s what I say every time I fart.