Hi y'all,
Most of you do not know what PTOF means. Many years ago a good friend of mine (Snowman) (really that is his name) dubbed me "The Old Fart". I'm sure he had a good reason but we both have forgotten I think. I know I have. However, his kids started calling me that and when we were having Bar-B-Q out on the patio and having a few beers my kids started calling me Pop the Old Fart. Well it has sorta stuck ever since. Now since I am a diabetic and have some other little problems like ulcers very often, the docs have put me on that antacid type stuff twice a day. (Zantac) Actually I take in it's generic form which is Ranitidine. This prevents your stomach from producing so much acid. This in turn causes a bit of a gas problem as you get older. Now if you know me well, you know I go to the john quite often. And now you may understand what a lot of the trips are all about. Don't want to embarass myself too much.

OK. To make this story a bit shorter I will say that sometimes I tend to stink a room up when at home with just my wife and I there. Now she has passed this information along to her sister.

Now what this story is all about is this. My Sister in Law has given me a very unusual Christmas gift this year. I just thought I would share this with you all in case you hear about it somewhere down the road.

Really my problem is not this bad, but this is what I got for Christmas! New underwear! This is a serious hint I think. However, does she think very many folks are going to see these undies? Well NOT. So I will just send a picture to show you just how badly I am treated among my family members!

Bubba/PTOF/Stan here