Erin: Hey, let's snuggle up and watch a movie.
Rich: OK, but I smell like pickles, beer and doritos. [BELLLLLLLLCH--blow in my face.]
Erin: Gross! You're disgusting! I bet you wouldn't have done that four years ago.
Rich: [Satisfied grin.] Nope.
Five years ago (right before we got engaged), I was eating corn chips* on Richard's couch and I accidentally passed gas in front of him. I cried. Really.
*Corn chips, you ask? Yes. Corn chips. Round ones. Not tostitos. The cheap kind from the store on the corner of Cedar & 63 in Baldwin, WI. I was so traumatized by what happened that the memory is burned onto my brain. I will never forget what happened. (Not that Rich would let me if I tried.)