Fascination With Farts

David is off for 3 days and I'm playing foreman to keep him busy. Right now he's cleaning up the yard of all the dead branches that were knocked out of our trees. There's quite a bit on our roof too. The thing about pecan trees is that dead branches only fall from the tree if there is a substantial amount of wind. We had gusts at 40mph when Harvey came for a visit. That's about enough wind to do the job. I told him to pace himself and not to do too much in one day. He's not a young dude anymore. 

Stacy over at Magic Love Crow asked a funny question in my comments section. She asked,

"What is it with you and Debra this week and farts?"

Well, I guess the cat per se is out of the bag. Debra is really me. YES, yes she is. No, really! I'm rich as fuck and I live in Canada and I'm on vacation in Texas. I have twenty-seven children, all of them play hockey professionally, including my two girls. Three are still in college. My husband is an actor. I actually have no dogs. I have 2 cats named Heckyl and Clyde. I have a fascination with farts. It's my life. So there you have it, Stacy. 

Well, my work here is done. Y'all have a magical day.