Snot, snot and more snot. It started around midnight a few days ago. Wailing, screeching crying. I ran into the room and found Tessa with a head full of snot. A sneeze had erupted into a mighty snot explosion rivaling the likes of Mt St Helens. Giant blobs of snot clung to her forehead, chin, cheeks, hair… There was a puddle on her pillow.. gah it was disgusting. Since then I’ve been tormented. There has been no appeasing her. Sleeping through the night? HA, not in my house. To add a cherry to my sundae the Hubster and I are now battling this mighty foe with our immune systems. That scratchy, overly dry feeling that fills your nose, the packed with cotton feelings in the sinuses around your eyes, hoarking up globs of unidentifiable gooze, sore tired eyes and a bitchy attitude.. Ah yes check check and check. We started downing Airborn last night and - holy shit it seems to be working. I awoke today feeling icky but not as I had expected. From the rapid decline I had yesterday I expected to wake today to crusted over eyes and the vague feeling that someone had repeatedly dropped an anvil on my head - Nope I just feel minorly ickified. Barely have a fever, I felt well enough to brave shopping. Can I just say Old Navy rocks my socks right now. They have my favorite basic tank top on 2 for $10 WOOHOO. I *heart* tank tops. I wear them year round, that is one of the privileges of living in Florida. Most companies have packed away anything resembling a tank top by the end of August - uh HELLO August in Florida temperature wise is comparable to the 6th ring of hell. Just because somewhere in Canada they are preparing to hibernate or what ever you do in cold weather, does not mean that we need suede jackets and mink leg warmers here. Due to this retail retardedness I have been hoarding tank tops like there is no tomorrow. If I find one that remotely fits I’ll buy it. Who cares that its puke green, it’s a tank top.. I could dye it black.. I COULD, not that I would, but I could. Ok I’m getting lost.. Where was I? OH OH OK so I left Old Navy $88 dollars poorer but for that I got 6 tank tops, a cute collared shirt, 2 shirts for the Hubster and a pair of pants for the Hubster - $88 fantastic! They had awesome clearance going on but I refuse to try on pants, my ass is to large right now. I’ve slacked off and gained back the weight I lost when I was turning myself inside out from Risperdal and Lexapro withdrawal.
And on to more toilet matters. We discussed hovering (2 posts below) and those who fessed up to hovering claim to be seat wipers.. But I’ll bet it’s like people who claim they always wash hands after going potty… Point, point, my point.. Ah yes. Flushing was brought up. Me? I flush with my foot 97% of the time. Some places it is just impossible to hike your foot up high enough to hit the flusher, when that is the case I use a toilet paper mitt to touch the flusher- I know I can be a little weird about that. However, now I feel justified. With the number of hoverers claiming to wipe up after themselves I’m glad I’m not making hand to hand contact with that flusher. Also, am I the only weird person who gets skeeved by the idea that someone else’s hand touch the toilet paper before me and then I am supposed to wipe my delicate woman flower with paper that has met with the unwashed hand of a stranger? I mean that area is a direct route to my insides! I break off the hanging paper, taking care not to touch near the tear and then proceed to get myself a new piece of paper to wipe with.. Am I the only one??