The Holy Ghost Has Gas

Back when my little friend Sporty Boy chose to get baptized a MEMBER OF GOD’S TRUE CHURCH, the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, he really changed. For about a day and a half.

Maybe half a day. It wasn’t long before he was shoving the cats in the dryer, again, just to see how dizzy they were after his mother freed them. But for a while, he was full of Mormon goodness and love. After we left the chapel, he stopped, opened the car door and waited for my daughter to get in. “Wow, Sporty. That’s so courteous of you,” I said. “You are such a gentleman.”

After we got into the car, he leaned into me and said, “It’s the Holy Ghost.”

I see. Well, I thought that was pretty cute. My husband did, too. His idea of cute and mine are not the same.

Now, whenever he farts, he says, “It’s the Holy Ghost.” Great.

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About Natalie R. Collins

Natalie has more than 30 years writing, editing, proofreading and design experience. She has written 20 books (and counting), has worked for the Sundance Film Festival, and as an investigative journalist, editor, and proofreader. She embraces her gypsy-heart and is following her new free-thinking journey through life. Follow her as she starts over and learns a bunch of life's lessons--some the hard way.
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2 Responses to The Holy Ghost Has Gas

  1. I loved this post… Have to tell my hubby. 🙂

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  2. Cele says:

    My dad use to blame frogs. Now that there are reports of raining frogs I have to wonder.

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