Courtney: Mike, did you just fart?
Mike: I can’t remember.
Instruments of all sorts
I’m not sure if my husband has been ignoring my flatulence tonight, legitimately not hearing it because he’s so absorbed in his book, or thinks it’s just an instrument playing in the orchestral melodies currently emanating from my instrumental Pandora station.
On second thought, we’re not listening to jazz, so the trumpet has yet to feature prominently in any of the featured pieces. I guess it’s probably not option C.
Damn.