August 2, 2011

Weekly Confessional

You can call me Captain Nose Whistler.

I never noticed how much my nose whistles until I met Tyrone. He is ever so lovingly quick to whistle back when he hears it. I, of course, do not notice until he starts to whistle and then I know it's happening. I have started to notice it at work. My office is so quiet you can hear every key stroke and soul fading so nose whistling is pretty much hard to ignore. I've tried blowing my nose more but I don't think it helps. I think I'll just write it off to old age and go with it.

Perks to getting older; your crazy ways become more acceptable.

Best regards,

Captain Nose Whistler

As a follow up to last week's confessional this was Tyrone's response when he read it (sooner than I thought he would have no doubt).

I think he still loves me though.


Kendahl, Stepmom Extraordinaire said...

Captain Nose Whistler?! That made me giggle.

Vapid Vixen said...

I think when the whistling stops is when it's time to worry.

Colleen said...

Just think,

older age = more nose hair = less whistling

You now have something to look forward to :)

and lmao at your husband's response!