Tuesday, November 20, 2007

HE's Baaaccckkk !!

Well, I guess before I get to the tale of “HE’s Back”, I need to fill you in on some preliminaries. When an insomniac with Restless Leg Syndrome marries a VERY loud snorer, it is usually difficult for the insomniac to get any sleep. So, for the sanity of both people concerned and for the stability of the marriage, they end up sleeping in different beds. Well actually in different rooms! Up in Ohio, we have different rooms but here in Florida we only have one bedroom—thus one of us has to sleep in the Florida Room. And you guessed it, it’s the insomniac who gets the Florida Room. Generally sleeping out there is not too bad except when it is in the lower 40’s (yes, it gets that cold down here once in awhile) and right now when it is like a plywood floored fish bowl. Or- - - - when HE returns. And this morning about 5:00 HE returned. OK, I’ve kept you in suspense long enough, right? Well, HE is an Armadillo who enjoys rummaging around under our Florida Room. We don’t have a cement pad so there is lots of dirt to dig in, air ducts to chew at, etc. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love the little fellows and I think they are cute as can be, and they help keep the varmints and bugs away but I ask you, does HE have to do it at 5:00 in the morning right under my bed?????

Ok, Ok, I know that they are nocturnal but geez!

4 comments:

Shama-Lama Mama said...

It sounds like a cement pad would solve a LOT of your problems! Hee hee hee...

BOSC said...

"...I love the little fellows and I think they are cute as can be..."

All I can think of is the Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer TV show; the part where he's all excited when Clarisse says he's cute - "She thinks I'm cuuuuuuute!" LOL, that's your little guy. (ask for earplugs for Christmas)
~Kim

Snowbird said...

Yeah, well it's a bit late for the cement pad unless we want to tear down the Florida Room and start all over again.

And Kim, the insomniac who has a snorer for a husband already owns a lifetime supply of earplugs! :-)

gpc said...

Hmmm. I have always blamed palm rats when I hear that burrowing sound at the florida place, but now you have made me wonder. Looks like I'm gonna have some investigating to do . . .