Boys Are Gross

The Boy tooted the other morning when we were cuddling on the couch. It smelled revoltingly like the corn on the cob he'd eaten the day before. He found it all wildly amusing.
When he stopped laughing, he said to me, "Why don't you toot?"
I replied, "Because I'm a lady."
He said, "You're not a lady!"
Nice.

Finished This

Not bad. Not as good as Tara Road or Scarlet Feather, but I certainly enjoyed it. And it's the first book I've been able to get into in about two months!

Netter's book club