I'm not an idiot, but sometimes I do a very good impersonation of one.

The weekend was spent doing very little. Beloved and I lounged. We snuggled. We cuddled. We snorkelled. While I wish I could say it was the standard typical version of snorkelling (involving water, fish, and obscure breathing equipment) it was more like the odd-ball human version of snorkelling. That was a pretty crap description of something that is just so weird and funny and totally obscure.

Ok. To snorkell you must have a willing partner.
Got one? Right...
First, you seal your mouth over there's. Airtight. It's kind of like kissing with extreme enthusiasm.
Then you inhale sharply, causing the wind to get sucked from the other persons lungs and also sucked backwards through their nose.

This backwards involuntary suckage usually provokes the nostrils into creating strange little snorting sounds which, to two sleep deprived crazies, is the funniest sound in the whole freakin world. The hillarity that follows usually induces a heavy barrage of "Shut the hell up"'s from your neighbours, but is generally well worth the effort.