In Which I Gross You All Out
The following might be considered yucky, so if you're eating, you may want to pass. And stop eating in front of your computer, you internet addict.
I just got over a quick but nasty cold. It pounced on me Friday, and I spent the whole day snotting and running to the kitchen for more paper towels. I know, right? Why use paper towels? Use kleenex like a normal person. Well maybe I like scraping up my tender nose on paper towels. Actually I don't, the paper towels were all I had. And for the record, when you spend Friday and Saturday in a constant state of fountain nose, the skin under your nose gets all scaly and peels on Monday. And when you think no one is looking and try to peel it off, some one will walk by and probably think you're a nose-picker. Just so you know.
Speaking of nose-pickers, on Sunday my sister and I were talking about the two kinds of kindergartners in the world: the booger-eaters and the paste-eaters. Sure, we'd all like to say we were paste-eaters. We'd also like to say that we don't know which one tastes better.
Now who's hungry?
I just got over a quick but nasty cold. It pounced on me Friday, and I spent the whole day snotting and running to the kitchen for more paper towels. I know, right? Why use paper towels? Use kleenex like a normal person. Well maybe I like scraping up my tender nose on paper towels. Actually I don't, the paper towels were all I had. And for the record, when you spend Friday and Saturday in a constant state of fountain nose, the skin under your nose gets all scaly and peels on Monday. And when you think no one is looking and try to peel it off, some one will walk by and probably think you're a nose-picker. Just so you know.
Speaking of nose-pickers, on Sunday my sister and I were talking about the two kinds of kindergartners in the world: the booger-eaters and the paste-eaters. Sure, we'd all like to say we were paste-eaters. We'd also like to say that we don't know which one tastes better.
Now who's hungry?
