I am blogging this from a makeshift recording studio. We've got two, count em two, microphones set up on my drummer's set in our practice space. For those of you not familiar with recording-ese, this is definitely not the way to do it slick and stylish. This is the way to do it as cheaply as possible. I intend to turn a silk purse into a sow's ear... or is it the other way around?

Me and Chrissy have gotten to the point where we have to call who will write the funny Adia stories. I got this one.

Now that Adia is almost pottytrained, she does not like to admit when she has gone in her pants, even when she is wearing Pull-Ups.

We were in Mallard's Ice Cream and I smelled a stinky. I picked up Adia and asked her very quietly, "Are you poopy or did you just fart?"

"i just farted," she said.

I suspected she was not being entirely truthful with us. So I started to look in her diaper. She kicked and flailed her arms and screamed "I JUST FARTED! I FAAAAARTED! I JUST FARTED!"