Thursday, November 4, 2010
I have teased the Mister excessively about his snoring habits for many years. He is a mouth breather so his snoring is a special kind of torture. I make it a point to try and fall asleep first so I don't have to listen to his mouth music ever.
The other day we are discussing his breathing habits and he tells me that I snore too.
The world as I know it came to a screeching hault.
I told him to take it back in my most offended voice.
So I asked him to prove it. I made him show me exactly what I sound like.
I was horrified! HORRIFIED!
I told him he must be lying-- it's the only reasonable explanation.
He denied the accusations of his honesty.
So I've been forced to reevaluate the picture of my daintiness. Could it be so? Am I suddenly in the Big Momma Club? Should I start watching football and eating chicken drumsticks? Should I start wearing sweat pants and scratching myself? Should I mow the lawn in my underwear too? Where does it end?
What has happened to me?
Help! I'm a hideous monster! Save yourselves!
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