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I’m wearing a green sweater today.
Green like the billion boogers in my nose.
(I’m nothing if not coordinated.)
Yes, I’m a regular mucus factory over here.
And don’t get me started on the post nasal drip.
Pure torture, it is.
But I blew my nose a little bit ago.
And Oh! the nasal passage ways that were cleared.
So very satisfying.
For five *glorious* minutes I am snot-free.
I can inhale!!
Cool, crisp, fall air. Ahhhh.
Hooray!
Perhaps the boogers are worth it.
For a feeling this magnificent, the Kleenex, and Sudafed, and constant *sniiiiiff* are a trifle.
Right?
Kinda like the joy of popping a really big zit.
The best.
Green like the billion boogers in my nose.
(I’m nothing if not coordinated.)
Yes, I’m a regular mucus factory over here.
And don’t get me started on the post nasal drip.
Pure torture, it is.
But I blew my nose a little bit ago.
And Oh! the nasal passage ways that were cleared.
So very satisfying.
For five *glorious* minutes I am snot-free.
I can inhale!!
Cool, crisp, fall air. Ahhhh.
Hooray!
Perhaps the boogers are worth it.
For a feeling this magnificent, the Kleenex, and Sudafed, and constant *sniiiiiff* are a trifle.
Right?
Kinda like the joy of popping a really big zit.
The best.
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