Chase and I have had some very memorable moments in our marriage. Some were big events; i.e. the power going out at our wedding. Some were little events; i.e. Chase eating a bowl of ice cream in the bathtub (water-less). Last night was a little event, but I assure you I will not forget it. Nor will Chase.
I woke up chilly in the middle of the night and decided to be a good wife and snuggle up next to my husband. We were both laying with our backs to each other. I just scooted as close as I could to him and could feel the heat radiating off of him. I nestled in. I was warm and comfy, and was just about back to sleep and I felt this RUMBLE on my backside. My perfect gentleman of a husband had just let out the loudest fart known to man on MY backside. This rumble from his innards was so loud that it had woken him up from his deep stupor. I mean, really!? Really babe?
When I was little, my mom would quote this line from the movie Something to Talk About; "You fawt in your sleep." (that's my southern accent for "fart"). FYI Mom, Chase FAWTS in his sleep!