Sunday, June 24, 2012
I was obviously born to be a sharp-shooter! I couldn't stand one more sleepless night next to "He Who Snores" and who can't be convinced to use the allergy nasal spray that the doctor prescribed. HWS was asleep, and snoring, when I came to bed so I snuck around, took aim, and got a good shot into one nostril, at least. There was some snorting and nose-rubbing, all without awakening my Prince Charming. I considered the second shot, but didn't think my luck would hold. I slid into my side of the bed, trying not to laugh out loud, and was pleased that the snoring had subsided.