Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Don't blame the dog.

You must excuse the state of the place. I'm playing with a Halloween theme without totally messing up my entire template. Points to whomever can place the movie quotes in the tombstones above. (No googling, cheaters!)


I've been reading quite a bit about marital consideration lately...specifically the etiquette of bodily functions in the marital home. I'm wondering what kind of coincidence this is when I'm reading about this topic in no less than five unrelated places on the interweb this week. (check Rockstar Mommy if you want a good example.)

There are swell arguments for both sides.

1. Mystery in a marriage is good! Farting and taking a dump are private acts! No one needs to see my grunt face, ok? It just ain't sexy baby.
2. I should be able to freely fart and take random dumps with my S/O present because it indicates a level of unconditional comfort and love! Love me, love my mess.

I prefer a happy medium. I don't want to hold in gas yet I don't want my husband and I to be comfortable enough to light each other's farts with a Zippo. I don't want to hide the fact that I poop yet I don't want to have an audience while I do so. (If it's a particularly evil dump does the audience get to boo and hiss?)

I'm reminded of the story of the woman that requested her loud and proud farting husband only release gas in the bathroom, because anywhere else is crude, only to have him come into the bathroom and fart while she was in the tub. Heh.

It's just crazy that I've been reading about this everywhere lately. Isn't the mind of the masses a strange thing? I'm not above doing my part...


  1. I'm thinking the roll in the hay might be from Young Frankenstein.

    (I'll Google after the fact.)

  2. I know "Roll, roll, roll in ze hay" is from Young Frankenstein (don't forget, it's Fronkenshteen!). I think Terri Garr's character said it.

  3. I agree with you on your #2 point. On your #1 point, I feel that after being married for a long time there is no mysteries between a couple but there can & should be a lot of excitement, expectation, enjoyment of just being together regardless of what you are doing. Early on in a relationship, sure there is mystery and it is a lot of fun (usually) to find these things out. I think a good measurement of bathroom marital consideration is the guy always remembering to put the toilet seat down after he uses it or, if necessary, remembering to put her seat riser back in place.

    Mystery? No, I knew her so well there was not any mystery around but the relationship was sure wonderful anyway.

  4. Huh... I like what Dick had to say.

    Right or wrong Dadguy and I tend not to share the bathroom in general. In specific we NEVER share #2... EVER! Not really from a lack of comfort with ourselves or each other, but really aside from the GG Allen's of the world, who gets off on being around when that's happening if you don't have to.

  5. This must be a topic that is near and dear to you married types. Us recently unmarried types are allowed to fart anywhere in the house without repurcussions! Ah, the joys of voluntary spinsterhood.

    Now can I have a linky? I'm bloggered up!

  6. Jill the favorite sister9/28/2006 1:42 PM

    Hey, I remember a time when my hubby lit our oldest sisters farts on fire!! What a big blue flame on that one. I shouldn't reveal the things that happen on our drnken casino trips!

  7. I would just like to take this moment to state that I have never, on my 32 years on this planet, lit a fart on fire. I would also like to state that I was absolutely not present at this particular drunken casino trip.

    I would also like to remind Jill to stop eating at Los Amigos and/or Betos because it the smell it produces causes hallucinations.


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