I cannot hide the truth any longer, I snore. And it's not just little snoring my nostrils are partial too. My snores are a deep rumble that come from the deepest, darkest chambers of my bronchial tubes. Poor Brandon, I guess my sisters should have warned him before our wedding day. It's not uncommon for me to snore so loud that Bran wakes up with a start for fear he's in Africa with a lion ready to pounce on him.
Since we've been married I've told him over and over and over again that he should try using a pair of earplugs. Finally, he caved in and bought himself a package. Now he's sleeping so well that he can't even here me talk to him. Hello! He also can't hear his alarm clock, so I've got a new chore each morning. I don't mind though, it's nice to not feel guilty about my snoring any longer. Way to go honey.
