Tissues

Today I am grateful for tissues.  These last few days they have been right up there with toilet paper!  And don’t give me the ones with lotion.  When cleaned my glasses with one I thought I was getting cataracts because they got schmootzier and schmootzier. 

I have tissue boxes placed as strategically as eye glasses.  I can reach a pop-up double ply even if a sneeze sneaks up on me.  And they do.  I get a little weird about used tissues around so I also have a zip lock bag, labeled “snot rags”, too.  Aren’t you so glad I’m sharing?  I bet you’re all dropping to your knees praying this bug escapes me soon so you get something better than this body function report.  I’ll take it.  Pray away!

Last summer, when my husband was fishing with our grandson in Wisconsin, he pulled out his handkerchief.  The grandson was in awe and asked what it was. John explained, but couldn’t believe the kid didn’t know what a handkerchief was.   When they got home he told his mom, “Did you know grandpa carries a cloth tissue in his pocket?”  We are officially dinosaurs.

I don’t know how anyone can stand using a handkerchief.   It would make me crazy to use and fold, use and fold that mess all day long.   Yuk!  I’ll take tissues any day!