Linking up with my favorite people today over at Five Minute Fridays.
There are some basic truths about me that you should know.
- I am never aware of who is playing in the Super Bowl. I am in it for the chips and queso.
- It bugs me when I wake up and the theme from Caillou is in my head. It also bugs me that this happens regularly.
- I like long walks on the beach.
- I live in Kansas. The beach thing is tough.
- I do not snore.
I am a delicate flower, people. I don’t belch and I don’t tell crude jokes, and I don’t snore.
This post is a bit of an argument with the husband because he has informed me that I DO snore, and THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE.
I have had a cold for the past few days, and yes, I am a bit… phlegmy.
I bet you are wondering why you even STARTED reading this today?
Ok. Stay with me. I admit it. I might snore. Let’s face it, about three days ago my nose decided to go on strike, along with my lungs, so snoring is the new sleeping.
But it’s a temporary thing.
Breathing is not to be taken for granted, y’all. We only get so many breaths on this side of the shore. Being sick, lacking in sleep, arguing grumpily with my husband over snoring and the sharing (or lack thereof) of the covers… that is just the most in life we can be. We are IN it, with it’s dreary sore throats and spats and tiresome acts.
Perhaps it’s just the Sudafed talking, but I think that’s why we get colds – to make us stop and remember just exactly what not having a cold is like.
So, I’m grateful for this cold. And the snoring. And for breathing for another day.