Clever but not

I often spend way too much time reading other people's blogs. I am constantly amazed by how creative everyone gets. I'm especially impressed with your backgrounds, where do you get those? I'm still a template girl. I also struggle to come up with fun stories that are amusing. For whatever reason being clever has always eluded me.
That being said, I have nothing clever of myself to write, but can vouch for my husband who happens to be more clever than several people combined. (Warning, I should be sleeping and I'm not.)
As many of you know, I have done several sleep studies in the last few months. They discovered that I didn't just have insomnia, but I actually have sleep apnea (which surprised us all since I'm not overweight and don't snore). I had to go in and sleep hooked up to a CPAP machine. It basically covers your entire nose and blows air at you. This is a little weird when you try to breath out, because there is resistance there. What is even worse is that when you open your mouth, all the air rushing up your nose rushes out your mouth leaving you to feel like you are suffocating. It is fabulous.
I thought that this last study, hooked up to this machine, was less than helpful. I didn't really sleep after all. But, that wasn't the conclusion the doctors have come to. So, I am being assigned a little machine of my own to take home. Something about the whole thing seems terribly disturbing, but at this point I'll give it a shot.
So, I asked Ammon how he felt about the machine. He sort of asked what I meant. I said, "well, it's not very sexy or anything like that."
"What? sleeping next to Darth Vader?"
Yes, sleeping next to Darth Vader. I asked again later in the evening to find out if he really was going to be okay with having a loud breathing machine hooked to me every night. I don't want the sounds and things to keep him awake. The dear man looked me straight in the eyes and said, "oh no, it's great, I love Star Wars."
Great.