Saturday night Anna Beth’s intern threw together an extravagant dinner of root vegetables, salad, and lamb. Just, POOF! A meal. A delicious meal that fit squarely into my diet. So delicious, in fact, that I let the dogs lick the plate that had been holding the grilled lamb. I don’t let the dogs do this much anymore because they like to gift you their farts afterward, and you know what? I’ve got plenty of farts with two kids, guys, I don’t have any room for more.
Guess what? They gifted me their farts.
