May 23, 2006 – 6:53 am
When is posting considered too much??
This is the last of the few I have put up today.
When I started blogging I promised myself I would never go here. I would not totally express the true inner me. I would give light antedotes and keep it fun and LIGHT. This is not what I had in mind. I PROMISE. I just need to get this experience on "the record".
Ok Yesterday, I attended church. At church I work in the Library where I run a lot of copies and hand out the materials that we store in the library. Ok…. I am the assistant Librarian. I work with the cutest little lady and on this paticular day the copier ran out of toner. 1. It was a chore to find the spare toner while she was changing the toner she shook ink all over herself. 2. I had Thing 2 with me as she is often fussy with other people.
I came into inspect the progress of the changing of the toner. The room the copier is in is small. Like 4x10 feet and is surrounded on three sides with cupboards. My daughter (in my arms), The Libriarian, and the gentle man (that was helping out with the toner and getting his copies), were all in this small room. I came around behind them as to get a better look, really to see if there was anything I could be of help with.
And then it happened…….Now I may lose some valued readers (AKA my family members
) with this confession…. but here goes.
I passed gas. That is right I FARTED!! I thought it was just one of those "rose-bummed" ones. Quietly going undetected, as all mine usually do unless I am in a contest of some sort. Alas, I was wrong. I have this weird cycle of gas. 90 percent they are no disruption to my day. Then there is the ten percent*** they are distressing. Not to me so much as other people. This was a definite 10 percenter.
Then I quickly started to leave the room as I notice that the air and the poor gentleman’s face are the same color green.
Quietly to my daughter I whisper just loud enough for the party in the copy room to hear me say…..
"Oh Sweet heart, You have got some stinky pants! Let’s go take care of those."
I am so ashamed!! Shifting blame for my inappropriateness?? How could I? Then leading the others to believe that it was my sweet baby that could produce "bad air" such as that.
I can only say….. Sorry.
*** While dating: I passed gas in a video store that had maybe 3 people in it at the time. My date (now my husband) walked past me in the only, lonley isle and surprisingly said, "was that YOU??" There was an epiphany expression as though he had connected all prior foul smelling moments of the evening with me….. once again, Sorry.
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