A few months ago, he mentioned (all snickery like) that I was snoring. I refused to believe him. Seeing as I am all lady-like and kinda cute and I wear cute clothes and am really good at applying makeup. What an asshole. I am so sure.
While I fell asleep two nights ago, my dear, sweet (a-hole) husband decided to film me. Snoring. The video is really dark, so I am not sure I believe him. Still. It does look kinda like me. And the bed linens (see how sophisticated I am??--I say "bed linens") look eerily familiar.
You be the judge.
Snoring Lisa from Lisa Wicklund on Vimeo.
In my defense, I took an Ambien. I was really tired. The cat was in bed with us. I am pretty sure I had a cold. And Grant is a ventriloquist. And an asshole.
