On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, fiiiiiive rubber bouggies, four winds a'whipping, three trips to church, two whiny kids, and a house outside the city.
Caution - this post is not for the faint of heart and/or stomach!
Yes, I said rubber bouggies. Emma Grace has started to get stuffed up again now that we had to turn the heat back on (imagine, once it dips into the lower 30s, heat is required, sissies!)...and we have the rubber snots as my friend Sheri would say. It's not pretty, she sneezes and slime (yeah, you remember green slime from watching Nickelodeon when you were a kid - that is if you had cable - apparently, my hubby lived so far out in the country that he didn't have cable growing up - funny that he ended up working at the cable/phone company), anyway, back to the story, yes, slime flies out only to return to the nostril from which it came to hang until a mommy-type person can be called to rectify the situation, gag, and grab the rubber snot to extricate...yes, a very delicate process, folks, very delicate indeed.
So, I'm thankful for good tissues, not the cheap kind that the rubber snots can escape from and attack the bouggie retriever...and I'm thankful that for now all we have in the household are the rubber snots.
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3 comments:
How do you make a tissue dance?
ya put a little bouggie in it!
love this series...and you two are just corny!!
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