Fart Envy

I am getting to the point where if someone farts, I am not repulsed, I am not disgusted, I am green with envy. Between my constipation and gas, I just want something, anything, to come out of the hole I’m sitting on. The stress in my life is compounded by the fact that there is a constant pressure to do something that I can’t do. Hey, that’s what I get from my kids all the time, but this is not the same thing. I feel gross.

My other blog will explain my other pathetic whining...