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My sister and I wanted to go to church on Christmas day. Husband wanted to come too. Husband has a habit of falling asleep in church and snoring ... loudly ... and going 'WHAT! WHAT'S UP! WHERE AM I?' kind of thing when woken up suddenly.
We live in a small rural community in Sweden. The church is a formal Lutheran one. Very puritan and serious in nature. (Christmas here is on the 24th as jovial celebrations are considered contrary to the austerity of the day.) So husband is read the riot act and allowed to attend on provision that there are no snorey shenanigans.
During the reading from Isaiah I had to kick him hard because I could see he was nodding off. During one of the carols I saw him jump as my sister dug him in the ribs. But we were keeping him awake.
Then during the sermon I heard the loudest snoriest snore ever. A part of me died inside of shame. I turned to poke him only to find him wide awake. The snoring was coming from somewhere else.
I caught my sister's eye and we both started to giggle. I turned away to try and get it under control but another big snore just made it worse. You know how it is with giggling, the harder you try to contain it, the worse it gets. I tried thinking of death puppies. You can't giggle and think of dead puppies at the same time surely? Another loud snore overcame the dead puppies and I'm crying trying not to laugh.
By this time I'm a lost cause, my sister is lost too, husband is soon to be lost and daughter is laughing so much that she thinks she's wet herself. It couldn't get any worse could it? Oh yes it could. The elderly gentleman sat a couple of rows in front (church pretty empty only about 30 people) started to giggle too. Then the woman with him. Then the people behind us. The poor minister valiently tried to remain sombre as her entire congregation eventually rolled around in gales of laughter.
Anyone know where I can get some teflon pjs? 