After 8 months of dating...it finally happened.

V-Dizzle's view of Downtown San Diego...Lucky B.

Yesterday morning, my alarm went off at 7:15am, like it usually does.

I grunted, hit snooze, then cuddled up to V-Dizz, like I usually do.

After finally managing to drag myself out of bed,

I went into his bathroom {door cracked open because we're cool like that} to relieve the ol' bladder.

Like. I. Always. Do.

Except this particular morning, my nose was a little runny.

So naturally, with nothing else to do mid-stream, I grab some TP and blow my nose.

No big deal, right?

Wrong.

I sort of maybe blew too hard because it's quite possible I somehow kind of farted.

I thought maybe I got away with it until I heard from the bedroom,

"DID YOU JUST FART?!"

I quickly denied it.

People, I have mastered the art of never farting in front of this man!

Because, I'm classy. 

And I don't do that...at least to his knowledge.

How could I be so careless?!

His laughter got louder with each second that passed (no pun intended).

I quickly got ready for work, kissed him goodbye, and thought it was the end of that moment

and we'd never have to talk about it again.

Until this sweet chat popped up at work:

So that's it. It's happened.

8 months of being the perfect girl that never passes gas,

and in a quick moment of blowing my nose,

it was all taken away from me.

And let us never speak of this moment again.

xoxo