I Don’t Snore
The title of my post today is my standard answer when someone yells at me for snoring.
Through the years, I’ve played in a golf tourney with a bunch of good friends and we have a cool package all set up, but there’s trouble because we end up sharing a room.
We had an odd number of people.
“If there’s a single,” I said. “I’ll take my own room.”
Yet, another guy had already jumped on it.
I was gonna’ have a roomie.
After the Friday round and a big dinner at a great Italian place, I was pretty tired. The Yankees game was just starting. Everyone else went for a drink.
I hung out with ice on my back.
Started to nod off.
My roomie came in, and promptly fell asleep.
I wasn’t too far behind.
Fell asleep right after the Didi grand slam.
At 1:30, I heard shouting.
“Roll over!”
I rolled over.
At 3:00, I heard the door open and close.
“Where are you going?” I called out.
“I can’t sleep,” he said.
I went back to sleep.
Ah well.
Showed up for breakfast.
My roomie was holding court. He looked a little tired.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “The sounds coming out of you weren’t human.”
“What?” I asked. “I don’t snore.”
Everyone at the table laughed.
“Doesn’t your wife complain?”
“We don’t sleep in the same room,” I said.
“Well, you have problems. Get the sleep apnea test.”
That’s not happening.
But, you know what WILL happen?
I’m gonna’ get my own room next year!
It was a great weekend.
Hit the ball pretty well...
...need some chipping lessons.
Good friends, a lot of laughs.
And a little snoring...
...evidently.
Through the years, I’ve played in a golf tourney with a bunch of good friends and we have a cool package all set up, but there’s trouble because we end up sharing a room.
We had an odd number of people.
“If there’s a single,” I said. “I’ll take my own room.”
Yet, another guy had already jumped on it.
I was gonna’ have a roomie.
After the Friday round and a big dinner at a great Italian place, I was pretty tired. The Yankees game was just starting. Everyone else went for a drink.
I hung out with ice on my back.
Started to nod off.
My roomie came in, and promptly fell asleep.
I wasn’t too far behind.
Fell asleep right after the Didi grand slam.
At 1:30, I heard shouting.
“Roll over!”
I rolled over.
At 3:00, I heard the door open and close.
“Where are you going?” I called out.
“I can’t sleep,” he said.
I went back to sleep.
Ah well.
Showed up for breakfast.
My roomie was holding court. He looked a little tired.
“You’re a mess,” he said. “The sounds coming out of you weren’t human.”
“What?” I asked. “I don’t snore.”
Everyone at the table laughed.
“Doesn’t your wife complain?”
“We don’t sleep in the same room,” I said.
“Well, you have problems. Get the sleep apnea test.”
That’s not happening.
But, you know what WILL happen?
I’m gonna’ get my own room next year!
It was a great weekend.
Hit the ball pretty well...
...need some chipping lessons.
Good friends, a lot of laughs.
And a little snoring...
...evidently.
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