Roses' Bizarro World smells prettier

Dinner conversation started out, innocently enough, on the subject of nutrition and balanced diet, but shifted quickly to what happens if one were to eat too much of one food that's good for you... say, if you were to eat only something like apples, or asparagus, or beans.

Yeah. Beans.

And just like that, as so often happens when one lives with only males, conversation had degraded to flatulence.

I buried my face in my hands.

"Why?" I moaned. "Why can't it ever be too many pink things or too many lacey things or too many flowers!?! How come no one ever wonders what would happen if we had too many scented candles?"

Elder Son blinked at me and then asked the husband, "What's wrong with Mother?"

I threw my hands up and channelled the conversation from another dimension, "Oh no! Not more potpourri!"

"Son," said the husband, "your mother is this close to a nervous breakdown."

I turned on him. "Oh, yeah? On which side of it?"

He shook his head. "I don't know."