Jami Solves the Energy Crisis

Dear President Obama, I know you're awfully busy right now, plenty going on in the world, and I'd like to help you out. See, I have the idea that will end our dependence on foreign oil forever. At the moment, I'm 11 weeks pregnant, and I'm on several "birth boards", have several pregnant friends, and of course, plenty of friends who have been pregnant. And it seems, once we all start talking about the ups-and-downs of this particular condition that we have found a totally renewable energy source. Pregnant lady flatulation. Embarrassing, yes, but apparently very, very abundant. The nicest, most polite girl I know told me that yesterday she ripped one so heinous that her tough-guy husband fled the room. Now, the problem that you'll need to throw some money at here is the harvesting. As a group, we are not the most pleasant and/or cooperative ladies - as you might know, the hormone roller coaster comes along with the tooting, making us a stinky, angry bunch at times. However, as long as women continue to get ourselves into this predicament, the supply will never run out. I'm not asking for money for this fabulous idea, but I would like some sort of recognition, perhaps a medal. Thank you. Jami