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Guess this maybe explains the fact that even though I haven’t shit my pants once (yay, potty trained!) since going gluten-free, I’ve nevertheless been farting like some kind of mustard gas garbage animal.
Yes, you heard me. And I guess now is as good a time as any to apologize to the interns at my office, Jan and Rosario, whom I’ve been blaming for any and all unpleasant odors, 9AM-5PM.
Speaking of which, an even bigger sorry to my boyfriend, S, who often wakes up to what he hopes in vain is a nightmare: AKA me laughing in my sleep and clinging to his middle like a koala bear while loudly passing gas.
