Freight Trains

My husband has had a cold this week.  This means that my husband has snored like a freight train this week.  This means that I am a few hours away from being a zombie-person.

I have told him several times over the years that one of the nicest things that I will ever do for him is not smothering him with a pillow in his sleep.  Isn’t that a nice, loving-wife thing to do?

Tonight I am thankful that I am so exhausted that I could probably sleep thru a real freight train!  Sweet, sweet sleep, here I come!

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