Memories...

Shannon, Brett and I are goofing off and talking about random crap, and Shannon reminded me that I had sent her this email last fall. I felt compelled to post it here to give everyone a window into our high-class lifestyle.

From: Cat Jackson
Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006
To: Shannon B
Conversation: Sharting.
Subject: Sharting.

Okay. So, I felt you needed to hear this. We had dinner with Brett's family tonight, because of Alison's birthday, and then after dinner we were all sitting at the table having tea and candy and looking at some things Alison & Berta bought at an estate sale today, and Brett wasn't interested, so he SHOWED his disinterest by FARTING FOR LIKE 10 SECONDS STRAIGHT. By the end of it, we'd all stopped talking, and everyone was just looking at him while he stared at the table with a straight face and PUSHED out the last three or four juicy "put put put shhhhhuuusssshhh" noises.

Then I was like, "oh my god, that embarrassed ME."

And he was like, "huh?"

And his mom told him he might want to check his pants, and then Alison said she hoped he was going to do his own laundry.

The End.