We have allergies.
Which is to say, that during certain times of the year, both me and the DadGuy have problems breathing.
During the day, this is “no big deal” but at NIGHT,
Well…
That’s a completely different story.
RULE OF LIFE #43: If you have to mouth breathe when you lay down, it is most polite to turn your head away from whoever you are sharing a bed with.
Last night I was finally comfortable, and drifting off into a peaceful slumber when DadGuy decided to roll over and mouth breathe on me.
I do not like being breathed on.
And when people are facing each other, and mouth breathing, the air gets hot and stale and stinky.
It is very unpleasant.
So I had to roll over, which was fine, but it took another 8 minutes to find a comfortable configuration in which I could fall asleep.
But then DadGuy rolled BACK over.
Which allowed me to roll back over because I wasn’t that comfortable facing that direction and besides, my ear was hurting.
At any rate, I could finally lay the way I wanted and all was glorious in the land.
Until the DadGuy ONCE AGAIN rolled over and breathed his hot breath of allergy season upon me.
So I shoved him in his face.
Which startled him, AND made him roll back over.
Which is exactly what I was going for.
The end.
