Quote: Presumably we're grownups and don't have to be afraid of expressing negative things out loud to our partners, but there are times when I take the teeny holes approach. I get that "gotcha!" internal satisfaction and don't have to take any risk. But nothing changes.
I bit a teeny tiny hole last night. I went upstairs to bed before my wife. I was in the closet, putting on a tee shirt, when I, uh, flatulated. Boy, was it stinky! I mean, WOW. So later on, my W comes up to bed, and mentions something to me, and as she's talking, she farts, too. "Oh, oops, excuse me," she says. I let out this SBD (silent but deadly for all you greenhorns out there) and she smells it. "Oh my gosh," she says. "I am SO sorry!" She is dying of embarrassment, because, as we all know by know, Ms. H-dog's sh!t doesn't stink, and neither does her gas.
