Monday, March 19, 2012
My Torrid Bedroom Stories
Some people look to the Heavens for a miracle, not me. My gift from above came through the Amazon portal.That bad boy is a Honeywell air purifier. I know that it looks like an old time radio but alas, it is not. Even the doily under it couldn't detract from the new age glimmer.
My asthma was out of control. I never stopped wheezing-ever. Life is so exhausting when you can't get one full breath. Since I have very poor insurance and it is VERY hard to get treatment(my MIL spent HOURS trying to find anyone around here that would take our insurance and nada) I accepted the fact that this is my life. So my $50 fake radio gave me back some lung capacity.
Now here is the odd thing-it may have saved my marriage. And how can an air purifier save a marriage, you ask? Den snores TERRIBLE! He says that I snore too but he is lying and I can prove it. I would need to be asleep in order to snore and when I sleep with him-I don't sleep. I'm like Mark and can argue with the best of Them.
My pretty little Honeywell is a tad bit loud but it is quite soothing too. It's about as loud as the fan on an older computer. It's a white noise and perfectly drowns out Den. The funny thing is I'm not as mad at him in the morning either. I may have been a wee bit cranky from lack of sleep.
And you thought this post was about sex,