Love Isn’t The Only Thing In The Air, Part 2

(I am on the phone with my boyfriend. I am pacing around my bedroom, upstairs, when suddenly, I happened to let rip what I thought was a cute, not-too-loud fart.)

Boyfriend: “What was that?”

Me: “Crap! You heard it?”

Boyfriend: “Yeah, that was vile! Are you even a girl?”

(He and I break out into fits of laughter when, suddenly, my mother, who’s been watching TV—loudly—downstairs, yells up at me.)

Mom: “You’re disgusting! You woke me up!”