Don't Wake a Sleeping Bear

So, Mike has been using this throat spray that has really helped lessen the volume and frequency of his snoring. It is made by the Breathe Right folks. It's called Snore Relief. It's no miracle, but it does help. Anyway, one Saturday, Mike was asleep on the couch, remote in hand, History or Military Channel blaring, not an uncommon weekend scenario. Well, he started to snore. We have a high ceiling, a big stone fireplace/mantle/chimney, plus concrete floors, so the middle of the house acoustics even at mid-day are not unlike those of, say, a school cafeteria-size, windowless, cinder block-enclosed fallout shelter. So I'm in the office, tuning out the noise with my stereo, Luke is in his room probably reading or Lego-ing, tuning it out b/c he tunes everything out, and I thought Katy was in her room watching High School Musical 2 for the 783rd time. Well, unbenownst to the rest of the family, Katy took it upon herself to go get Mike's snore spray. As he slumbered ever so peacefully, she crept up to his open mouth and let fly with a big spray. Let's just say the aftermath was not pretty. I keep telling Mike she was just trying to help and that he'll laugh about it one day. So far, he still doesn't find it the least bit funny. But I thought you might.