September 2nd, 2008 | 16 Comments »

You may remember my SIL twice removed.

She was wrapped pretty tightly. One horrible (gasp) nightmare she told me about was when she was showing her house to be sold. In her dream, she opened the curtains to display the view and OMG the window was dirty! Imagine her horror!

Her dog was rebuked when he farted to the point that he was somewhat neurotic about it. I suspect her first husband used to cut the cheese and blame the dog a lot. She was that uptight.

I was at her place near Montreal with my first husband where I was spending some quality time, just me and the very cute dog.

I played a tune with my nether flute, and the dog bolted out of the room.

Seriously traumatized.

And I?

Lost it. Cracked totally up.

Whereupon, SIL twice removed investigated the hilarity, and then demanded that I (are you ready for this?)

Apologise to the dog.

That’s when I knew for sure she was insane.

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