Me: My butt burns.
Me: I have had the squirts all day.
Hubby: You are so romantic.
Me: Don’t you love me?
Hubby: Of course, Squirts and all.
Then later, while lying in bed warm, comfortable and cozy.. a foul, smell wafts up to my nose (kind of like a mixture of raw sewer and bad eggs–I felt like you needed the analogy)
Me: Did you fart? I smell farts!
Hubby (snickering): ummmm it wasn’t me….well, yea, I guess I did, but I thought the fart was trapped under the covers, I don’t know how it got out!
Me: OMG! Your butt is SO foul!
Hubby: Don’t you love me?
These are the things they don’t warn you about when you get married….farts and all. Just for the record…Hubby NEVER farted in the bed when we were dating.