For Christmas I had downloaded the game Cards Against Humanity and had my favorite local printer make a set for our daughter. For those that don't know, it is an adult version of Apples to Apples. Definately not for the younger set. The game has the Card Czar read a question and the other players choose a card from thier hand as the answer. The CC then decides which one is the winner and awards Awesome Points.
This, my friends, is my kind of game. I can be witty, relevant and win Awesome Points.
We were playing and laughing. Everything was going fine.
Until, you knew there was an until, my daughter played the card queef. That's right queef. Then Dad asked, what is that? She plainly explained that it was a vaginal fart. He then went on to say that was a vart.
At that exact moment I had taken a sip of spicy hot apple cider and started to combust. Cider went up my nose, I thought I was going to throw up. I was laughing so hard I choked and as I was running to the bathroom in total hysterical distress I might have peed. Just a little. The WHOLE time I was laughing... and choking.
In the other room my husband was laughing hysterically.
Oh, mom is SO funny.
But it was. It was so funny. When on earth does your grown daughter and her dad politely discuss the meaning of a vaginal fart at the dining room table? It was like they were discussing the weather.
My combusting liquid exit only tipped it over the edge.
Now, years ago I would have been uber embarrased and probably angry that they had laughed at me. Just mortified. This time though... I just laughed.