Once I took Grandma on a trip to the UP. We had to share a hotel room everywhere we went. It is a wonder I didn't crash the van due to sleep deprivation. Grandma passed away in 1995. I swear sometimes at night I can hear a rumble in the sky.
Snoring is an art. My family is great at it, our tradition passed on from generation to generation. I have been told I share in this talent. Sadly, none of us mastered Grandma Aldrich's great snore. At the risk of being filleted by my family members, I am pleased to present to you my award winning docudrama, The Snoring Bartons! I hope you enjoy it.
Funny sister funny. I do not snore!
ReplyDelete:) My mother-in-law is a champion snorer. She also sometimes talks loudly in her sleep, and once threw a blanket out the front door in the middle of the night, thinking it was on fire.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness �� how funny! I remember this so clearly. I wish you could add my dogs! They clear a room and would give Grandma Aldrich a run for the money!
ReplyDeleteHahahahaa You forgot to add how hard I worked there and you and Kath and Dad sat on your bums the whole time.. I was exhausted Plus the mold and dust in that house was horrible hahahahah
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