Snoogle

One of my pregnant-for-the-third-time-so-she-knows-all-the-tricks friends was telling me about the Snoogle - an amazing pillow for pregnancy. I don't know why, but every time I say that word, Snoogle, to husband it makes me bust up laughing. Sleep is a kind of a big deal at our house, so we've been talking about Snoogles a lot lately. There've been more than a few late-night bust up laughing moments.

Also, for the past week I've had a nasty cold. I can't take very much of anything to feel better, so a friend at work brought me some essential oil to try. The remedy includes swishing the burning hot oil (there's cinnamon or something that makes it spicy hot) around in your mouth and then swallowing. Of course this provides a prime opportunity to attack. You better believe every time my mouth was full of swishing water, JR would say "Schnoogle" at least 15 times.

I got him back a few days later while I was swishing. I sent him a text with my picture and one word. Here's the picture. I bet you can guess the word.