I don’t know how this started…
Okay, I’m actually pretty sure it’s Sibling 1’s husband who is the culprit…
But whenever our family gets together and must use elevators (which, thankfully, is infrequent) we fart.
Yep.
Right before the doors open, everyone is instructed to let one loose.
It’s loud.
And smelly.
And then we get off the elevator like nothing happened.
10. Your family get-togethers are half-hearted or non-existent.
9. You know nothing about music or movies from your generation.
8. The most important area in your home is your kitchen (and knives are the first thing you buy to fill it).
7. You think children are overrated (can you blame us?!).
6. You claim digestive difficulties so you can head to the bathroom for “alone time”.
5. You don’t hug.
4. You think “moving-day” must be a National holiday.
3. You hear a nasty rumor about a sibling, and brush it off as mom-being-mom.
2. You hate oatmeal.
1. You secretly scheme to put your mom and estranged father in the same nursing home 🙂 (sibling #1 piping in…IT’S True. We do that!! And love it :))
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