Last night around four in the morning, nathan’s ass breath woke me up (due to a deviated septum and some nice big honkin’ tonsils and adnoids, he’s a mouth breather, especially at night).

So, like any sane person, I elbowed him.

In response, he moved his head up and down like I’d fall for it and think that he’d really moved out of my ass-breath detecting range.

I did not fall for it and elbowed him harder.

And he rolled over with an indignant huff.

…yeah. You’re gettin’ that surgery, dear. Your choice is with or without anesthesia.

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