So my husband's sleep apnea keeps getting worse.
He coughs and snores and stops and chokes and starts all over again. I feel like I'm sleeping next to an agonizing mammoth.
Anyway, it looks like he's going to have to get one of those oxygen machines complete with the mask and all that jazz. Because you know our bedroom was already way too romantic with the piles of trucks, legos and random unidentifiable things the kids leave around. Not to mention the fact that we usually end up sleeping with one or four of the monsters. But you know me I'm a trooper, I figure I can probably make the best of this. Maybe we could use it for a little romantic cosplay. My husband can be Darth Vader with the weird breathing apparatus and I'll stick a couple of bagels to the sides of my head and slap on a gold bikini. I'll look just like princess Leia, you know had she swallowed an Ewok.
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