Poor Phineas won’t be asked to sleep in our bed anymore. He sleeps like a drunk toddler and he has gas. At one point he gave Paul a love puff right to the face that made Paul choke. Nothing like waking up choking on hot fart air from a sound sleep.
The very audible blast of warm air hit Paul’s face and then the dispersement of smell was like long smelly fingers clawing it’s way up our noses. Barf. Of course he was allowed to stay after that but was eventually removed around 3:45 am to go fart in his own bed.
Paul and I went to donate blood tonight after dinner. The questions they ask make me feel very boring. Have I had sex with a prostitute recently? Have I taken IV drugs recently? They check my arms for signs of drug use. All important things to know before they use that blood for someone sick.
When we arrived home, Ethan shared a paranormal show that he has been watching that was quite fascinating. We watched it and I get so excited over these shows. Now Ethan and I want to visit all the haunted places.
Poor Paul and poor Phineas. Another creature's gas (dog or human) is the absolute worst. I'll never forget when you taught me what crop dusting meant. Ha! Keep it nice and boring over there. You've had enough drama and excitement in the last few years to last a life time!
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