When does it become acceptable to fart in public?

(Picture taken from an adventure of a while ago when Cass visited)

Deferred my President blog for this.

Yesterday baby girl and I dropped HOBL off at the airport

and decided to make that day an adventure day.

As she was growing up it wasn't unusual

for us to take any given day and get in the car

and just make up an adventure on the road as we go.

Every year for her birthday, she and I would be "sick"

from school and work to celebrate the wonderful

day with an adventure.

Some days we knew where we were going

other days we just let the car lead us.

It is one of the things I have missed the most

since she was in a grown up relationship.

Now that she is a single girl again,

we have more time for each other.

So yesterday we decided it was time for a good ol' fashioned

mother/daughter adventure.

I didn't care how much I would pay for it today,

I was focused on yesterday.

We decided that one thing we had never done was park

on one end of Magazine street and walk to see the

hidden, wonderful places of this historical street.

We ate this wonderful pizza, I mean it was the greatest stuff.

We would never eat Domino's or Pappa John's if

we had a pizza house like this one near by.

After our belly's were entertained we decided to

entertain our shopping styles by first visiting a bead shop.

Jesi feels about little old people as I feel about children.

She adores them. So of course, she notices the cute little lady

visiting the bead shop with a younger friend.

They are discussing beads, into their finds, and Jesi and I

are right behind them admiring the beads ourselves.

I know they have just eaten also because of the "To go"

box that her friend holds.

All of a sudden we hear the sounds of gas being passed.

There is no doubt where it is coming from

because the little old lady is standing in the body stance that

you sometimes see when someone "lets 'er rip"

It is not just a little slip, it is the long and loud type

that usually accompanies a visit to the toilet.

I cannot look at baby girl,

I am so afraid if I look at her we will both loose it and the

little lady is very close to us.

However there is no doubt that baby girl has lost it.

The funny part is that the little lady never missed a beat.

Evidently she was hard of hearing because she never seemed

to notice that toxins were coming out of her behind.

Her friend did however,

I know she noticed baby girl laughing and myself trying to hold

it together.

She walked away with the biggest smile on her face.

We finally had to leave the bead shop.

Baby girl could not get herself together and I couldn't look

at baby girl without loosing it myself and since it was

a small store, we kept crossing the path of our

flatulence queen.

Oh, what an adventure may send you!

I had a lovely day with you my baby girl.