Hubby and I had the amazing opportunity to sneak away for a few days to our favorite little resort in Mexico where we go every chance we get. They know us there – it’s personal and welcoming (and the food is awesome) and we really get to unwind and indulge.
In addition to the lazy river (heaven!) we try to do a couples massage every trip. Oh my gosh. These are the most amazing things! If you ever get a chance – please do it! It’s so relaxing and rejuvenating and… well it feels just like the best thing ever.
So, Marcus and I were in this tiny room while our bodies were being ministered to by a couple of sweet therapists who were taking excellent care of us. It was like being in a sacred dream with the sounds of the ocean and the sweet smells of lotions and the calm music and the absolute totality of relaxation… and then I heard it. The unmistakable “thwap” of a giant fart.
It took a second to realize it wasn’t me. IT WAS NOT ME!!! I didn’t know who it was (I had a pretty good guess!) – but I was just so happy it wasn’t me I almost burst into tears! The clouds rolled back, the angels sang, the whole thing. There was a fart and it wasn’t mine!!!
Then, of course, I got the giggles. But you can’t blame me, right? If ever there is a time to celebrate it is exactly this time! I was so proud of myself. So very very very proud of myself! But of course I didn’t want to burst into hysterical laughter and embarrass the unlucky producer of said fart so I held in my giggles. Out of respect ya know. But I grinned. In pride, I grinned. I was so proud. So very very proud. SOOOOOO proud.
Too proud. Uhhhh, yeah. I got entirely TOO proud…
But at least it was not nearly as loud as the first event so I comforted myself a lot with that knowledge.
So after we finished up and Marcus and I were relaxing in lounge chairs wearing cushy robes and sipping herbal tea, acting all glamorous, I whispered to Marcus, “So, did you hear that giant fart? Was it you?”
My sweet husband rolled his eyes at me for once again bringing up this topic and said, “No baby. When my therapist squirted out a handful of lotion it sorta made that sound..”
Wait. There was not a giant fart? No giant FIRST fart? So that means…
Danggit, danggit, danggit.
People. Be very very careful what you celebrate. Not everything is what you think it is. Laugh with those who laugh, cry with those who cry, ache with those who ache.
It always works better that way.