A.G.E.'s

Today we are going to discuss Anal Gaseous Emissions. (A.G.E.'s)

Frankly, I think "Gaseous Anal Emissions" flows better but I dislike the acronym.

Anyway, I was standing in the check out line at the grocery store buying my morning apple and assorted sundry items when a very small fart went awry. I knew instantly that I had made a little problem in my pants. Fortunately, it was not a major problem.

I got out of the store and made it to work, and a beeline to the Men's Room. Since arriving at work, I been to the bathroom several times. (Arriving at work, punching in and then heading straight to the lavatory is not the way to get Employee of the Month.)

I would like to say I have things under control now but it's a little early to make that pronouncement.

In any event, I am pleased and embarrassed to share this with you.

Additionally, I will report the continuation of my Morning Respiratory Distress. It's just hard to breath in the morning. Once I get my day going, it's not as bad.