Who Farted?

Well, here it is....my first attempt at a blog.  I often think of moments I would love to share; the thoughts of exactly what I would say running through my head as I shower, drive the car, walk through the grocery store and on and on.  So now, I will begin doing what I have thought of doing for a long time.

And now I will answer the question I am sure you are all wondering----why "Who Farted?".  Ha Ha Ha, you apparantly have not spent time in our house, our car or especially at the dinner table.  It's a phrase heard on a daily, and sometimes, hourly basis.   Need I say more? 

The most amazing thing though, is that this question is usually answered by the guilty party without pause.  I guess I should feel proud of my honest bunch, but it seems to me they are more proud of what they have done.  That's the part I am not so proud of.

We have tried to instill a rule of  "not at the dinner table", but to no avail.  I will have to talk to Mother Nature about cooperating on that one.  But I am thankful for the automatic windows and moon roof in the car which allow for quick ventillation. 

Hopefully, our family presents a much prettier picture the next time....considering there are 4 girls between the ages of 12 and 17 in the house.  Yes, girls do fart too.  And sometimes, better than any boy or man I have known.