DB is staying with us for a couple of days b/c his apartment is flooded (the entire valley where he lives was evacuated). Last night we sat and had a fun evening. We had hot cocoa (with grand marnier our mom made), watched TV and laughed. It was like being kids again, except we like each other now and we had booze instead of marshmallows in our hot cocoa. But I digress. DBF came home and was joking that my brother was snuggly and he should sleep with him last night. I was knitting and not really paying attention. I said, "Well, he probably farts less than I do." DBF stepped aside and his business partner was standing right behind him. I gaped at him like a fish: I had no idea he was in the room! How humiliating!