Married to a Dragon

Are you ready to laugh at my misfortune?





Are you sure?





Last warning.





Juvenile potty humor ahead.

I hadn't slept in days.  Between the stress of Dragon not being able to work, family drama and Dragon snoring like a wounded buffalo, sleep just wouldn't come.  I finally talked him into wearing his c-pap.  He hates it but I couldn't stand another night of that obnoxious racket.

Of course he fell asleep seconds after his head hit the pillow.  He was STILL snoring!  Even with his machine but I could stand it.  Just a light buzz with the occasional snort.  He was sleeping better but I still couldn't close my eyes without the bad dreams chasing me back to reality.

I finally just gave up.  Exhausted, frustrated and in desperate need of sleep I got up.  I poured a single shot of whiskey into a small glass. The good stuff that I save just for special occasions.  It went down like a nuclear explosion and warmed me up.  Feeling the effects in just seconds, I wobbled back to the bedroom.

When I sat down on the edge of the bed Dragon let out the loudest fart you can imagine.  His eyes popped open with a startled look on his face.

IT WOKE HIM UP!

So much for relaxation.  I laughed until it hurt.  Then I laughed some more.  His look of total confusion was priceless.  He had no idea what had woken him up.  Up he pops out of bed and runs for the bathroom.  No time to put on the walking boot. All I heard as he bolted for the bathroom was, 'oh my tummy!'

After listen to an orcha call his pod, Dragon hobbled slowly back to the bedroom.  Yes, I was still laughing.  Any thoughts of sleep were long gone.  When he asked me what was so funny, I had to gasp for breath to deliver the bad news.

Needless to say, we both enjoyed a good belly laugh and he didn't put that fart inducing machine on again.

I guess I am easily entertained.....

So is life....