Since Hubby has been out of work, he’s been, shall we say, more “relaxed” at home during the day, since he’s the only one in the house. There are days I come home from work, and he’s in the family room, and it hits you like a wall. I’ve gotten to where I don’t even say anything, I just start lighting scented candles.
“...just start lighting scented candles.....”
A funky, malodorous, noxious wave... highly combustible! Be careful with the lighter!!!! Hahah!!!
To this day, I still crack up when someone busts one off. Immature? Youbetchadupa!! Ha!!
He’s sounds like a real “keeper”. Hold on to him before somebody with a fetish for unemployed gas passers snatches him up.