Okay, so my little sister has a cold…

You know, her nose runs a lot and she has the sniffles.

So for the last three days all I’ve heard is:

“Dis is dooo annoying. Mawmm I have duch a bad cold…”

I haven’t really minded her complaining until I went into my kitchen yesterday and this is what I saw:

Now, no worries, within five minutes  my father, Michael Hough, had taken every single Kleenex out of the trash and had set it on my kitchen counter (that’s sanitary, Michael) in order for reuse. He had read my mind, though.

So I confronted MM (MaryMichael–remind me to blog about the names of the people in my family sometime; now that’s a weird topic) yesterday. I told her, why use all the tissues for just a snotty nose? There would be less trash in this world and the world would be a happier place if people would just suck it up and use their sleeves to wipe away their snot.

You can laugh/cry/make fun all day long, but at the end of it, one day you will run out of Kleenex and you will use your sleeve to wipe your nose.

It’s part of being human. So why not just skip the Kleenex step and wipe with your sleeve all the time?

If you’re that germy/weird about it, then wash your hands afterward.

Save the Kleenexes for the large sneezes or big blows of snot. Or if you reallllly want to be green, go find a STARS lax player and ask her to teach you how to snot rocket.

But that’s another story for another day.

Peace, love, and snot.

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