Jessica and I were discussing my birthday celebration yesterday evening. Last year I had some fantastic chili. This year I’d like the same. She asked if she should make a double batch. “Of Course,” I replied, “That way I can have leftovers for days. Or until my bowels give out.” We laughed good and hard about that, but I continued, “One day you’ll tell me I’ve stopped farting with great surprise on your face and I will look at you to tell you that I’ve actually lost my gastrointestinal tract to the destructive nature of the chili…” She thought that was a good idea. Well, the no farting part at least.