How about that title....colorful, huh? I love color. Just go here and you can make one too. :-)

I see that Wendi had a serious problem at the grocery store today. I just had to laugh when I read her post.
Having a case of the poots in my family is a hilarious event. If you're dying for some attention around my house, just fart. You become a focal point for laughter and appreciation that a sound like that came from a human asshole.....especially a feminine asshole. Sometimes I do myself proud.

Fifty must be the age when being gassy is a constant event. I find breaking wind is a part of my daily activities since I became a half a century old. Wal-Mart brings out the worst of my new habit......this store gives me tremendous gas. As soon as I step through the door and meet the greeter, I feel that pressure in my lower tummy and colon. Sometimes I can walk and squeeze my cheeks at the same time.....other times I have to stop and pretend I'm looking at something. Then there are the times that I can't hold it anymore and find a nice uninhabited isle, and let loose. Checking out is the worst. No one wants to fart in the check out line.....people are too close. They will know it's you. Luckily, I haven't encountered that problem..........YET.