Maybe its the Easter Eggs, but lately I seem to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.  It all began on Sunday.  Someone in the pew (no pun intended) past gas. This wasn’t just a loud fart in Church, it was silent but deadly one.  A little girl turned and said someone farted. Her parents were embarrassed by her bluntness.  I was thinking amen,  I was so relieved when the incense was swung.  The biological warfare became worse later at home with my husband. After many deviled eggs he found  himself with an uncomfortable situation.   Begining with The Rise Guys, it was a typical gaseous Monday. Today was the piesta resistance, Twisted Todd broke wind while I was still in the room. Then he did it again twice as loud.  It sounded like Todd got a hold of  a whoopie coushin.