It's the last post of 2025, and we're concluding with a bit of a fart joke--would you expect anything less from me? Seriously, however, I feel like when it comes to households with the most flatulence, ours has to be the winner. Between how much I fart due to my stomach issues (I love dairy, it doesn't love me), how much our boys love to toot, and how even Samii will fart sometimes (and she's a pretty polite lady), not an hour goes by without somebody cutting the cheese. Heck, this even applies to our cats. One of them, Clarence, will literally go to his catbox, rip a loud one without even using the box, and then proceed on his way (at least he goes to the catbox just to be safe, as you should never trust a fart, as they say). My family is incredibly gassy, and I love them in spite of and because of how loud and stinky we can all get. May our 2026 be just as or even more flatulent!
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