The Gas We Pass...

Okay, by those of you who know me and love me - know my "hidden" secret. YES, I am lactose intolerant, and it's getting worse which possibly makes me the World's Gassiest Person. (sigh) The vice-president at J's company invited us over for a lovely dinner with her partner and her brother. They live in a fantastic house that looks like the model for every Crate & Barrel catalog with three huge dogs and not a dog hair in sight. We had some wine with dinner, and I am discovering that wine affects my level of stomach tolerance as well. After dinner was game time! My favorite time!! We played Taboo, and during my turn I open my mouth and the loudest, most disgusting burp reverberates off of the wall. What was even more embarrassing was the fact that it was so unexpected that it looked like I meant to just "let one out." It was the type of burp that exists in a room full of men hollering at a football game while drinking huge amounts of beer. It was the type of burp that doesn't actually come out of a woman's mouth, let alone a woman sitting at the dinner table of the vice-president of her sister's company.
Holy crap!
But I did redeem myself in a way.....I made the VP's partner laugh so loud that beer came out of her nose :)

I am including in this blog a picture of a package sent by my dear Papa to my sister. My father has never been one to master the art of wrapping - most of our Christmas and Birthday presents have been covered in newspaper or plastic bags, but this one takes the cake. If you look close enough, you will see the gift covered with masking tape wrapped around.....a hand towel. A hand towel. Papa, I must ask....was there a plethra of hand towels in your house? I mean, I guess it is more environmentally conscious to use what you have and not give into the world of bubble wrap. Ah, we love you - it made for some HI-larious laughter!