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It’s nice to know that sarcasm isn’t lost here at the TharpSter compound at any given time of the day.
I guess.
Case in point, between Wifey and me, one of us was kind of gassy in our sleeping hours last night.
Early this morning one of our alarms went off this morning making irrational demands that it was time to get up. The alarm tone used was the sound of a harp. It was quite a heavenly sound compared to some other choices we have on our phones.
Shortly after the alarm went off, the one of us who was supposed to get up remained in bed contemplating a return to sleepy land.
During the contemplation, the other one of us who wasn’t getting up for 30 minutes cut the cheese in a pure display and validation that flatulence is for the most part, an involuntary process.
The other one of us who was thinking about staying in bed reacted accordingly. “That’s a snooze button I’m not going to hit.”
The potential tragedy of sleeping in was averted.
Onward and upward.
