In Defense of the pickles....

For those of you who read pop culture king (the rival and may I add less superior blog) I want to set the record striaght. No anyone who knows my queasy gaggy husband knows that smells of a variety of sources make him gag/puke. So over the years I have developed techniques to spare him the pain of dealing with anything unpleasant that may upset his delicate sense of smell. One particular issue in our house is the ritual of Barry putting out the garbage. There will be sounds of gagging and carrying on from the garage on any given Monday night. So I have taken to flushing certain smelly foods down the toilet as to spare him. I have been doing it for a long time so I figure its not an issue. I mean if the bowel can handle Barry's daily deposits of "dropping the kids off at the pool" then whats a small jar of baby pickles gonna do? So I flushed it and it went down fine. It was no till later did we discover that there was an issue. So I ask you the audience to be the judge - is my wifely good intentions not the winner in all this? Thank you for taking the time to hear my side of the story.