first, as you may know...i spent last weekend driving 1300 miles from portland to denver, bringing back my bounty. and by bounty i mean manlove. the trip went as planned...no car problems, lots of good tunes, a short nap or two, and a surprisingly tasty grilled chicken sandwich at burger king. mmmm.
what you missed:
so, week one of living in the same city (and same apartment currently) has gone splendidly. i had a fan at my first futbol game of the season (a 6-4 victory and hard-kicked ball to the face were the highlights). boyboy made lasagna for a wine-infused evening of giggling and eating too much. a lovely 2.7 mile run in the sun together. and taking a swing at tennis tonight. life is not so bad! in fact, it's rather disgusting how great things are going.
on a different note, i stepped in dog poo on our run yesterday. someone left their pup's turd RIGHT in the middle of the dirt path we were running on. the result: poo on shoe. poo on montastic. poo everywhere. dear anonymous, you are an a-hole.
on a related note: a fun fact i just read:
On average, a person produces about half a liter of fart gas per day, distributed over an average of about fourteen daily farts.
Whereas it may be difficult for you to determine your daily flatus volume, you can certainly keep track of your daily numerical fart count. You might try this as a science fair project: Keep a journal of everything you eat and a count of your farts. You might make a note of the potency of their odor as well. See if you can discover a relationship between what you eat, how much you fart, and how much they smell.
intriguing! flatus volume.
that's all i got.
apologies for my lame post about poop and farts and romance.
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