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There's no getting around it...Hubby has the vilest smelling gas and he boyishly revels in his abilities to make the girls (Miss Boo and me) cry foul. In fact, he acts very hurt and offended if we, for some reason, can't smell his odiferous offerings. Sometimes I tell him I didn't smell him just to make him stop. After all, what fun is it when you can't get a reaction?

It seems to always be bad if he is at the computer. Once he vacates the chair, a generous spray of air freshener is always in order. I really try not to seat myself at the computer right after him if at all possible, but it isn't always something I can really avoid.

Strangely, though, lately our isp seems to be acting up and it always seems to be right after I've been on. ****Wierd aside- I just ate a cinnamon altoid...I didn't like it, blech**** It happened again today. I was happily blog skimming when Stinky said he wanted to quickly check something. Fine, I closed my page and gave up my seat. As soon as he touched the mouse, the connection was down, or at least the page he wanted wouldn't load. Hah. "I think the computer is tired of your stenchy-ass too," I told him.

I doubt if it will make a difference in his gas production, but it was worth a shot.

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