well, this dreadful winter is finally coming to an end, and i think i'm finally coming out of blogging hibernation.

my first topic:
perhaps it's just me, but has anyone else ever noticed how the ratio of public farting sharply increases when you enter a bookstore? i think every time i go to either borders or barnes and noble, i hear at least one person let loose in a major way. is it the cozy temperature? the movement of focus away from constricting your bowels and onto enjoying the newest jodi picoult book? or do people feel confident that all of that paper will absorb both the noise and the odor? well i'm here to tell them that it doesn't.

what we all do in the privacy of our own homes is quite fine, but we're trying to have a civilized society here, people, and unfortunately when you go rip-roaring away, it puts me in a compromising situation in which i have to stifle my childish giggling so as not to make you, the perpetrator, feel embarrassed. so let's just all agree to put a cork in it while i'm trying to read the latest issue of "coastal living", ok? fabulous.