FYI, the monster aka my son.  He’s called Romeo because of his lovely proposals.

Currently, I’m sitting at my desk, it’s 10:21 pm and I’m trying to convince myself I need to go write.

But…I keep hearing this sound.

Snoring.  Very. Very. VERY loud snoring.  Poor little guy.  Ya know, now I understand why God made him so frickin beautiful, gave him those dark brown eyes and long lashes, and made him a sweetheart who is all about hugs, kisses and flirting.  His “Romeo-esqueness” is what is going to keep his future wife married to him.

Because that snoring?  It could scare away a faint-hearted woman.