As I was going through the fridge and cleaning out the accumulation of leftovers, Ginger sat and watched me with that incredulous “You aren’t going to eat that?” look on her face. I felt guilty throwing it away, as this was food I was debating eating myself. So I gave in to the guilt, Gingy got her extra meal, and now we all will pay the olfactory price for the next two days. As of right now, Ginger is breaking wind in my office with clockwork regularity, pretending to be surprised by the sounds each time it happens.

