Friday, January 15, 2010

Ode to Snoring

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
You snore so loud
You're lucky I don't strangle you.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
When I hear you snore
I want to put a pillow over your nose and mouth.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
If I have to sleep on the couch again tonight
I'm going to pretend to be asleep next time the baby cries. Boo!

Sigh. Poor Boy. He just got home from a business trip and he's SO TIRED. He's snoring like a bulldog in the other room and I feel bad because I know he's probably not even getting good sleep. On the other hand, neither will I. So, mostly I feel sorry for myself. Because I'm selfish like that. Also, he went to bed at 8 so I had to tape Supernanny. How pathetic is it that Supernanny and 42 glasses of wine constitutes my big Friday plans?

If he ever reads this, I just want him to know that even though he snores like a rusty chainsaw in a cage fight with a pack of rabid bulldogs on meth, I still love him dearly.
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