Farticus Maximus, ie. Farty McFartpants

I fart a lot. I know its not always something to be proud of. And no, I wasn't sitting around pondering my manly noises. My wife informed me of the issue, like I didn't already know, and told me to blog about it since I was such an expert. This whole issue of farting is like a lot of other small things that husbands can claim that their wife can't take away from them. I compare it to the home that a man and wife live in. My home can't be taken away from me, but that doesn't mean I get to choose what goes in and out and when. I get very little say on the decor, not a big deal. I don't choose colors very often, candle scents aren't my choice, you know the drill.

Well, my farts are sort of the same. Even though I can't choose how they smell, or how frequently I get to enjoy them (in my case according to my wife is very frequent), they can't be taken away from me. I know by now, any adult male is an expert in this field. Some more than others. Ladies, it's just something that you will have to get used to.

The best thing I can say about it: If we're comfortable enough to fart in front of you, that just means that we are open to share things with you. Think of it as our sensitive side, and we are sharing feelings with you...even if those feelings are just bloating, and then relief.