Now I snore like my father used to snore, rattling the windows and sucking the curtains away from the walls; Cliff says when he comes in the front door at one o'clock in the morning he can hear me snoring, three rooms away. Last night he woke me up laughing at me... laughing!... and asked me to roll over onto my side (which usually shuts me up).
I guess it was that bad, he either had to laugh or cry.
He married me for better or worse; this would fall in the "worse" category.
As least I turn over when he asks me.
After he's rolled over onto his good ear and gone to sleep, there's no more problem. He's out like a light.
It's just embarrassing. And now the whole world knows.
At least you know not to invite me to your slumber party.
In other matters, I was reading a blog, I don't remember which one, where the author said there's no such word as "hunker"... as in "hunkered down". I took it upon myself to search the dictionary that is built into every Apple computer, and there it was:
hunker |ˈhə ng kər|
verb [ intrans. ]
squat or crouch down low : he hunkered down beside her.
• take shelter in a defensive position : the best way to deal with your father is to hunker down and let it blow over.
• hunch; bend : burly workers hunkered over the menu of the day.
• figurative apply oneself seriously to a task : students hunkered down to prepare for the examinations.
ORIGIN early 18th cent.: probably related to Dutch huiken and German hocken.
