Ummm . . . excuse me

It's something we all do, whether we like it or not . . . burp. Sometimes the timing is better than others.

Tonight at dinner, while drinking a soda. (Yeah, that's the ticket.) An un-feminine sound emitted from my mouth. In shock, I cried, "Oh, pardon me. That was kinda gross."

To let me know all was forgiven, Dave burped back at me.

Mason was hoovering around the table drawn by the smell of sausage and brisket. A moment later, as if not wanting to be left out of the family, Mason burped, too.

As you might imagine, laughter ensued.