So I walk into the family room and me little lady says, “You’ve got gas.”
I thought it was a simple rhetorical statement. “Oh,....,” I say.
she says, “I can tell.”
I say, “Oh.... so you’ve been in the studio,” rather sheepishly.
you’ve never seen a Hessian girl’s head snap around so quick. “What do you mean?” she says.
I best extricate myself from the room, me thinks. ‘Cause this isn’t going to end well.......
I thought she meant GAS. Honestly!!!
Well.... so I say. “Beans, beans they’re a musical fruit.... you really don’t want to go in there......”
Now, I hope she doesn’t go looking in there anytime soon......