Cracks me up too!
Maybe this is why Atha takes Abbie outside when they're eating at restaurants.
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What comes to mind is the other night at Pig’s Bday dinner. He had to take her for a stroll in the middle of it all. She needed a “break”. What kind of break? Pig claims she doesn’t fart. I call major BS! I don’t know if she is trying to play on the
dainty girls don’t poot narrative, but yes…yes they do. I bet she does it all the time!
This is my hindsight on the Oat Milk experience.
Belly: Hey! Meow is out and about…what are your thoughts on how we will handle this foreign substance?
Brain: Hey! I know…Lets turn it all in to air!
Belly: Great idea! Should I do it gradually?
Brain: Nah! Let’s do it all at once…really make it memorable.
Belly: Roger that! 10-4 back back door.
It was alarming. I abandoned my cart and headed for the car. I had a moment where I thought something was seriously wrong. LMAO! After a noisy 30 minute ride home, I hit the Googles immediately. Oat milk…not easily digested. You don’t say? The one woman trumpet show went on well into the evening. Like I said…Never Again!
It can be pitch black in our room and I can always tell when Man Meow is about to let loose. I can hear his breathing change. He kinda holds his breath for the push.
![Cat face with tears of joy :joy_cat: 😹](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f639.png)
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![Cat face with tears of joy :joy_cat: 😹](https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/gh/joypixels/emoji-assets@5.0/png/64/1f639.png)
There is my TMI for the day.