How does one love a snorer?
Last night was a good time, I hung out with Christopher and his friend Kerri for a little finger food and cocktails, to be followed up by dessert and dessert wine.. and lemon shots, oy. But we managed to stumble back home and get a good night’s rest.
Goddess bless him, he is a snorer. It was the first night I considered leaving the room and hitting the couch, but I managed to make it through the night and catch up on some sleep when he was getting ready, still, I may need a nap this afternoon sometime. How does one love a snorer? Earplugs? Sleeping pills? Separate bedrooms? *grin*