Hi ya! Hey ya! Hope all's well with ya. All is well with us. I'm still playing catch up so I'm back to reaching into my archives for a while more. Have fun out there.
Today's post (edited) was first published on November 22, 2015.
A warning for delicate ears: Bodily toots are being mentioned on today's post. (Giggle.)
I'm one of those people whose body systems get all relaxed when she wanders around a bookstore. The moment I enter the door, total zen. Unfortunately for those around me, I'm one of those book browsers who not only gives the occasional loud ah! when she sees an interesting book cover, but also an occasional silent toot, leaving a lingering aroma. I try not to, but, hey, better out than in.
Sorry for the TMI, but it's to set you up for this next paragraph. (Snort)
The future-Husband and my first adventure included a visit to a used bookstore in his neighborhood. I have no idea if the shop still exists. I hope it's still there. It's a grand store and not solely because the future-Husband brought me there. Way in the back of the store (giggle), I came across a sign pointing to a corner nook. It was the first time I'd ever seen a sign like it in a bookstore (giggle). Or any business, for that matter. I don't recall the precise words (snort). It went something like this—FART HERE.
The future-Husband and I were meant to be.