It is that time of year again...
When the memphis weather begins to pick up on the crazy Christmas merriment that's about to occur and mimics the surroundings by being crazy itself...
In our household this has reared its ugly head in the form of head colds.
I am of the party that believes that positive thoughts can ward off any sickness...that and/or nyquil....
Tez is of the party that believes sickness MUST exit the body... which kind of got us in the predicament of me waking up twice in the middle of the night by something a kin to a blowhorn [A.K.A my husband blowing his nose]
The first 2am incident I am proud to say that the fruits of the spirit were prevalent even in my groggy state.
"Are you ok?" I asked my husband in an oh-so-concerned loving wife fashion.
"Yes, I just have to get it out" Tez groggily replied blaring the blowhorn once again...and again...and again.
I snuggled into the covers and gave myself a mental pat on the back for having such a sweet disposition.... (Proverbs 31 woman what?!)
that is until two hours later when I am jolted awake by the blaring again...
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! I yell before sense kicks in.
He is in the bathroom, blowing away. I wonder how noise can travel so far so loudly.
He comes back to bed.
"Sorry, if I woke you again" he says
"It's ok..." I respond
and, to try to put my heart in a better mood the wierdest thing comes to mind...
at least he has a nose...I'd hate to be married to a Voldemort....
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