Cher here. If gas is not funny to you, you may want to skip this one. Farts make an appearance in this story that’s about to unfold.
I got up from the couch where Hailey and I were discussing foster care. There were a series of events unfolding. Our discussion was mostly serious but very factual, but work needed to begin. I walked over to the front closet where I keep my work shoes. Still in discussion, I walk over to the kitchen table and pull out a chair to sit on to put my shoes on.
The second my butt hit the seat I heard this sound. It was like the flooring had cracked or maybe I broke the chair. I looked at Hailey. She looked at me. I was confused. I started to get up from the chair to inspect the damage when she starts laughing. “DID YOU FART? WAS THAT YOU?” I asked. She grinned ear to ear. “Yes…” she replied.
She had waited until the EXACT moment I sat down to release that slappin shocker. As Brady said “the ultimate whoopie cushion!”
Lunch time came around and Hailey and I settled in to watch our show and eat sushi bowls. The show we have slowly been watching is one we have seen before about 5 or 6 years ago. There are many things I do not remember, but Hailey has a very good memory. Every episode she seems to remember something that I absolutely can not recall.
I ended up calling her an elephant because of their amazing memories, as to which she replied “Elephants and goldfish can still be friends” I looked at her about to say “ya” when I realized she was calling ME a goldfish because of my memory. “HEY!” I said to her. She smirked and said “Awe you figured it out good job!”
And that’s why I am blogging for Hailey today. She is no longer.
I kid.
Anyways, that’s some of the things I deal with in the workplace. HR please call me.