Poor Jason

Last night I rolled over in bed and cut the cheese with such depth and duration that it sounded as if someone had started up a chainsaw. I thought J was fast asleep but I saw his silhouette as he raised his head and I could feel his glare of disgust through the darkness. I did what any woman with any sense would do in such a situation - made pretend snoring noises. I'm not responsible for my actions when I'm fast asleep.

Unfortunately, I then got the giggles which foiled my brilliant plan to some extent.