MY BROTHER SAYS EVERYBODY DOES IT.

I have to start this day out by apologising for yesterday. I read back the blog yesterday afternoon and cringed. It sounded a little like maybe a fourth grader and maybe not even that high of a grade. I was really lost in limbo land on that one. Of course I am not sure this one will be much better but in case anyone is brave enough to come back for one more try I will struggle through. So to the brave and valiant, here goes.

I called my brother yesterday evening, for a little brain picking. When I get desperate I call him and he usually will say something that will trigger something. It never hurts to have a smart brother. He was the only boy and all of us three sisters and Mom acted like he was made of gold. And to tell the truth to us he was. We thought him to be the smartest, most handsome man around. Dixie use to always gripe we had spoiled him because we treated him so special.

My sister and I was talking on the phone the other morning. I love to tease her, she has gotten where she gives it back pretty good. I asked her if she remembered how mean she was to me when we were kids. She mentioned how I use to always get out of helping with the dishes because I told Mom I was sick. Faithfully every night after the last bite was chewed and Mom said, "Time to do the dishes," I headed for the bathroom. "I'm sick," I wailed. And Mom would let me off the hook. It might not have been original but it worked. I told her she still shouldn't have been so mean to me. She said she only did it because I never helped with the dishes. I told her Bud might have held a dish towel but he always stayed on one plate, staring off into space dreamily. We both laughed and agreed he always seemed far away.

I called him later and asked if he remembered that, always staring off in space, day dreaming. I still do that he said. Him and I both agreed it was probably because he is artistic. I think maybe back then in his mind he was playing the "Grand Ole Opry."

Anyway I called him last night and asked what a real interesting word would be and with out missing a beat he said, "Flatulence." he asked if I knew what it meant and I had to say no. I had never heard it before. At least I don't remember hearing it. "What's it mean Bud," I asked. He laughed. "Flatulence, he said, "Means to pass gas." I laughed. "I wanted a word to base my Blog on and you give me a word that means to pass gas? "Well, he said seriously,"Everybody does it."

So you know he's right, everybody does it. Rich or poor, man or woman. Though I do believe that men take it to a whole different level. With a man it almost seems to be a badge of merit, who can pass gas the loudest. Oh and they love to belch too. They stay such little boys, regardless of their age. They even use their bodies for toys to play with.

So although this has not been a earth shattering Blog. I feel my brother and I have passed on some important information. Or maybe you already knew. But the word for today is Flatulence, to pass gas. Remember too my brother Bud says, "Everybody does it."