Saturday, September 8, 2012
My husband and I are not the buck tradition! type. He - because he likes things tried and true and without rebellion, and me - because, duh, have you met me? I mean, can you just imagine what my world would be like if I even tried to not do things the way you're supposed to? Just following rules gets me in trouble every day. If I tried to go against the grain, on purpose?? Sheesh.
But I'm getting off track.
Our wedding vows were straight out classic, "... in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for death or for life, for here and for there, love ever after amen." Something like that. But ... but ... if I were given the chance to rewrite our vows, I'd have to sit and stare looooong and hard at the "in sickness and in health." I'd doctor it up a bit, make it " ... in sickness and in snores ..." because the man is killing me.
I haven't had a night of uninterrupted sleep since we bought a mattress together eighteen years ago. He snores. Loudly and to the point where our children used to come crying into our room, "Mommy! There's a gorilla in the house!"
Ima looking for your good solid relationship advice today, people.
What to do, about the snores? Brought to you by Aiming Low, my weekly column, which turned out to be a reverse advice column where the writer asks for help ( and see what just happened there? Even when I try to play by the rules it still comes out inside out and backwards.)
I love you guys.
By Royal Decree of Alexandra at 12:36 AM