Marriage brings the good, the bad, and the smelly. I know at times, I'm guilty of it too, but what is it about husbands breaking wind?
I don't know about you all, but mine is a special case. He has the weakest gut lining of anyone else I know. All it takes is the right combination of food, and the perfect storm has been created.
Take the other night for example. It was one of those evenings where I was busy reading and having some alone time; in comes the hubby bloated belly and all. It would be one thing if it was a slip up followed with an excuse me, but that wouldn't be my husband. Instead, the 200+ lb. man lays on top of me for a hug, just enough to interrupt my reading while pinning my legs. Then it comes, the dreaded rumble and the fear that follows. "Love me." he says... then the stench. I'm not kidding! It's the awful, suffocating kind that you can taste! There's nothing worse than being trapped with that lingering stench.
After 15 minutes of torture, man giggles, and a few more "love me" comments, I finally broke free. He would have never dreamt of doing this while we were dating
... and yet in a strange way, I guess this is love.