Today I sat down to rest for 5 minutes.

I barely sat down when the phone rings:
— Mom, where are you?
— I’m right here, sitting.
— Good, because Grandma says you fell.
— I didn’t fall, I sat.
— Well, Grandma says you fell like 2 minutes ago!
— Yeah, well Grandma was looking through closed blinds.

While I’m trying to explain that I sat and didn’t fall, the dog freaks out thinking I’m crying—jumps in my lap, spills my coffee on my pajamas, and my husband runs in yelling:
— WHO FELL!?

In the end, everyone was comforting me… and all I wanted was to sit for five minutes.

Getting older isn’t for the weak.
And apparently not for sitting either. 😅

The guys were all out at deer camp, sharing cabins

The guys were all out at deer camp, sharing cabins.

There was just one problem: no one wanted to room with Carl.

Why?

Because Carl didn’t just snore—he shook the drywall.

They decided to take turns bunking with him.

First night: Steve draws the short straw.

Next morning? He stumbles into breakfast with hair like a haystack and eyes like two road flares.

“Dude, what happened to you?”

“I didn’t sleep a wink. Carl sounded like a chainsaw fighting a blender. I just sat there and watched him all night.”

Second night: Mike’s turn.

He shows up the next morning looking like he’d been hit by a truck.

“Man, you okay?”

“Carl’s snoring rattled my fillings. I gave up and stared at the ceiling till sunrise.”

Third night: Big Frank steps up.

Ex-linebacker. Doesn’t scare easy. They figure he can handle it.

The next morning, Frank strolls in—refreshed, hair combed, sipping coffee like he’s on vacation.

Everyone’s jaws drop.

“Wait… you look great! What happened?”

Frank grins.

“Well, when we got into the room, I tucked Carl in, fluffed his pillow, and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. He stayed up all night watching me. Slept like a baby.”

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Caption idea:

There’s more than one way to stop a snorer.