This week we have some guys working here at our house doing some weatherizing (ahhh insulation is a mighty fine thing to have). This morning one of the guys is in the dining room doing some work and in comes Gretchen, with a whoopie cushion. She procedes to explain to him: "This is a whoopie cushion and it makes you fart." Yea, not sure if he was even listening to her, but I was a tad bit embarassed and amused all the same. Then, later she starts heading upstairs, I told her to stay down here and let the men work, she looks at me and declares: " I wanted to give him a high five." apparently she is happy about the insluation too.
