Where to begin...
We went for a weekend casino fun trip to Bossier with some friends of ours, leaving the kids at home.
My significant other, who I shall now refer to as "Superman", just read a book on "Superfoods" and has just discovered spinach as noted in a previous blog. He has made several diet changes to include fruits and veggies which were absent before and his body doesn't quite know how to receive and process these new acquirements. Long story short -- GAS!!!
In saying this, I am not referring to any just normal bouts of gassiness...I am talking clearing the casino out gas. The ride there wasn't too bad but once we got there I noticed Superman leaving a trail of people with nauseated faces behind him. Luckily, I found a blackjack table where there was only 1 seat left and grabbed it. I was up $1,000 before the night was over! LUCKY ME~! However, my friends had been trying to spend some time with Superman and clearly regretted it. No money was made by anyone else that night and the car ride to the hotel was atrocious!
Somehow our group got started talking about the fact that Superman's gas sometimes precedes a big bathroom number, if you catch my drift... I was talking about the fact that Superman was tired of the "clog" that kept going on in our master bathroom so has started stinking up the powder bathroom and now THAT one is getting clogged for some reason as well. Hmmmm,... not that this is a coincidence or anything -- right?
Pretty sad when every potty in the joint has to have a plunger beside it. What goes ON in there???? I have never had that problem. As the conversation continues, it was noted that the toilets at Superman's office were now getting clogged as well. (This reported by one of the friends with us who works with Superman). Still Superman sees no connection.
A fun giggle was had by all. We are all exhausted and our abs are hurting from laughing so hard. We retire to our hotel rooms. Superman and myself got ready for bed and I was laying down as he went to spend some time in the bathroom. I hear some laughing, screaming and gasping air. I run to the bathroom and open the door to see that the toilet is,....yes you guessed it -- OVERFLOWING! Superman is laughing so hard he can't breathe or do anything.
UNBELIEVABLE! He said this "movement" took him by surprise and with such solid force that there was not time for any intermittant flushes or anything and the darn thing wouldn't flush. Wouldn't this be a sign to some that this is not NORMAL? Apparently he didn't get to do his "paperwork" and was dancing around using up the towels cleaning up the floor and trying to minimize the damage. Turns out the chain had came off the tank in the back and some minor repair work had to be done by Superman himself. After he cleaned up his mess and laughed until he cried he came to bed and said "let's snuggle..."
I'll pass on the superfoods for now, thanks anyway.