The saga of the transferring sickness continues. Last week while Bob was sick, I couldn’t sleep peacefully through the night due to the awesomeness of Bob’s snoring. I can’t really hold that against him because he was all stuffed up but I can be riled up about it. So, for two nights, I ended sleeping on the couch. Then I had enough. Why did I have to be the one that suffered if he was the one making all the racket? So, the next two nights, I banished him to sleep in the living room. Now that he has given me this cold, it’s my turn to serenade him with the beautiful melodic sounds of my breathing. :-) Guess where he slept? That’s right, on the couch again. I know, it should be me sleeping out there, it would only be fair, but life’s not fair.
Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?