Booger Bear and the Terrorist are both snoring so loud that I can’t sleep. This is one of the pitfalls to us going to bed at the same time on his days off. On Sundays and Mondays, he always falls asleep first, and the snoring begins before my pillow gets warm. Ahhhhh, the joys of married life.
I’m certain that I snore too, but it can’t be nearly as bad as his “Flight of the Bumblebees” tribute that is still going on upstairs as I type. Luckily, I don’t have to officially be back at work until the 14th and can take the quiet time downstairs to read, write, or watch tv without regretting the late night the next morning. Looks like I do have time to work on the other seven entries I have started and not posted over the last two months.
