Chicken Alfredo Fail

The Renter and I went grocery shopping on Saturday.  I picked up the meat (chicken, steak, ground beef), the Renter got 20 other things she had coupons for.

Those 20 items took 30 minutes to find.

My system doesn't do that well with dairy products, but we had had chicken alfredo two weeks prior at Maggiano's and it was damn tasty.  The Renter tried her hand at making her own on Sunday.

Monday, driving to work, I let one slide.  The Renter was driving.  Within five seconds she smelled it.  I was laughing my ass off, a fart recognition that quickly was worth it.

Until she rolled up her window.

"You're going to have to live with this, too."

Not wanting to dissapate my handywork, I kept my window closed, too.  I started gaging.  My fart was so bad I couldn't stand it.

I've never gagged off my own fart.  I have had a girlfriend puke in my lap from someone else's fart, but not my own.