I was chatting with Karen in England today and got to talking about how many years it's been that we've known each other. I met her and her husband Jeff when I owned my tea shop. He's from England and they lived here then and used to come and visit me. We've remained friends ever since.
I opened the shop in September 1995, and closed in June 1997. What on earth have I been doing since then?!? Almost 7 years?
I homeschooled Cassie for one year, had that blasted surgery & panic attack thing which consumed about a year (I'm not going into that again; you can read about it on my website), went thru My Great Depression, worked at the RCV for 2 years, and have been freelancing for about 1 1/2 years.
Hmmm ... that doesn't seem too impressive to me. I think I wasted my 30s. Which means that my 40s are ripe for some seriously fun and exciting things!
Wednesday, January 28, 2004
A couple of weeks ago, my Uncle John and Aunt Hildy came to visit my mom, and we went out to dinner at the Olive Garden. It's a tradition - they come to visit for the weekend from MA, stopping on the way to "feed the Indians" at the casino, take my mom to dinner, and go home the next day. It's a nice ride for them and a treat for my mom, one we've crashed the last two times they've come.
I mention this now because I had promised to write about the dinner the next day and got distracted by other things, mainly the fact that it's cold in my office/junk room, and I haven't yet gotten my laptop hooked up to the internet, which when I do will enable me to live approximately 75% of my life sitting on my couch.
The reason for writing about the dinner was our waiter, Tracy. For some reason, my mother took an instant dislike to the guy and chided him most expressively for squatting down at the side of the table to talk to us instead of standing like most normal waiters. (The fact that he flippantly tossed our coasters on the table might have had something to do with it as well, but it was the squatting that seemed to be the trigger.) Of course, it started the meal off tensely, and frankly I think we all were a bit concerned about what might be happening to our food in retribution.
In any event, the meal was good, Tracy the waiter did a fine job considering the circumstances, and we had lots of laughs with my aunt and uncle, as usual.
The thing my uncle doesn't know is that he made a comment to me that has spurred me to take action in my writing life. He made an offhand comment about something I'd written reminding him of Erma Bombeck, whom I read growing up, and when I got home, just for kicks, did a google search on. One of the first things I found was the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Contest, which I'd read about in a writing group but ignored, and the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Conference in Dayton, OH in March.
One of my New Year's goals is to attend a writing conference OR go back to Nashville for GMA week in April. The conference looked like it would be right up my alley, but it's all filled up, so I put my name on the waiting list.
I also pulled out a short humor piece I had written about my friend Kathy who set her kitchen on fire with a candle and was forced to vacuum against her will. It's not the pinnacle of my humor writing, but I'm refining it to send in to the contest.
So I'll be attending either the writing conference (if there's an opening), or go back to Nashville - and if the money is there, maybe both (hey, you only live once, right?) And I've taken a step to send in yet another contest entry for 2004 (I sent one to the EPA already).
In any event, if someday you find my byline on a humor column in your local paper, you can thank my Uncle John.
I mention this now because I had promised to write about the dinner the next day and got distracted by other things, mainly the fact that it's cold in my office/junk room, and I haven't yet gotten my laptop hooked up to the internet, which when I do will enable me to live approximately 75% of my life sitting on my couch.
The reason for writing about the dinner was our waiter, Tracy. For some reason, my mother took an instant dislike to the guy and chided him most expressively for squatting down at the side of the table to talk to us instead of standing like most normal waiters. (The fact that he flippantly tossed our coasters on the table might have had something to do with it as well, but it was the squatting that seemed to be the trigger.) Of course, it started the meal off tensely, and frankly I think we all were a bit concerned about what might be happening to our food in retribution.
In any event, the meal was good, Tracy the waiter did a fine job considering the circumstances, and we had lots of laughs with my aunt and uncle, as usual.
The thing my uncle doesn't know is that he made a comment to me that has spurred me to take action in my writing life. He made an offhand comment about something I'd written reminding him of Erma Bombeck, whom I read growing up, and when I got home, just for kicks, did a google search on. One of the first things I found was the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Contest, which I'd read about in a writing group but ignored, and the Erma Bombeck Humor Writing Conference in Dayton, OH in March.
One of my New Year's goals is to attend a writing conference OR go back to Nashville for GMA week in April. The conference looked like it would be right up my alley, but it's all filled up, so I put my name on the waiting list.
I also pulled out a short humor piece I had written about my friend Kathy who set her kitchen on fire with a candle and was forced to vacuum against her will. It's not the pinnacle of my humor writing, but I'm refining it to send in to the contest.
So I'll be attending either the writing conference (if there's an opening), or go back to Nashville - and if the money is there, maybe both (hey, you only live once, right?) And I've taken a step to send in yet another contest entry for 2004 (I sent one to the EPA already).
In any event, if someday you find my byline on a humor column in your local paper, you can thank my Uncle John.
Friday, January 23, 2004
The first assignment we got for our Travel Writing class was to read the essay “Street Haunting” by Virginia Woolf and, using that as a model, write a piece about a place we know well and will visit in the coming week.
I like how Woolf uses the guise of needing to go across town to purchase a lead pencil as an excuse for a walk, when in reality she just wants to get out of the house before she goes nuts (which apparently, years later, she does anyway). It reminded me of my own late night trips to Wegmans for milk, when I thought that if I looked at the walls for just one more minute my head might explode.
The problem, of course, is that I don't need to purchase a lead pencil, and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t walk to the store when I could drive. I prefer to spend my time perched on my couch, a pile of books that need reviewing on the chest that serves as a coffee table (only don’t set any coffee on the chest, please, even with a coaster), my crocheting in a tangle under the tray table that holds my laptop, half-empty mugs of tea crowding the footstool, newspapers and magazines scattered around me, and the DVD, VCR and TV remotes in a tumble on the floor next to a box of tissues left from my recent bout with the flu.
When I’m not in my couch potato office, I’m in my real office, a tiny room off the kitchen that was used as the junk room before I took it over a year or so ago. It could probably use a good cleaning (ten years of “What should I do with this? I don’t know, put it in the back room and we’ll figure it out later” can really add up). It’s filled with books, files, miscellaneous papers, piles of newspapers that need to be clipped for my portfolio, almost 100 CDs that came in for review last year, craft supplies, boxes of cards and letters, and the vacuum, broom and Swiffer. I’m afraid that one day I’ll be sitting at the computer engrossed in writing an article and the clutter monsters will consume me and my passport photo will end up on a milk carton with the caption, “Have you seen this woman?” No one will respond, of course, because the photo looks nothing like me, and besides, I am not missing but being held captive by a pile of paper in my very own house.
I really don’t want to write about Wegmans - I have a love/hate relationship with the company, and while I love my Wegmans (the last of it’s kind, the small grocery store, neighborhood gathering place) I break out in a rash if I have to visit the monster Wegmans (where you can buy a pound of hamburger, a pair of socks, a quart of motor oil and a magazine and then head upstairs for a baby shower).
I like my Wegmans, where - imagine this! - they primarily sell groceries, and the same front end manager is always on duty, the cashiers are usually school chums of your own kids, pretty sparrows fly overhead, and you're bound to run into at least one acquaintance. I've spent hours there instead of going to a church function simply because I see more people I know and I can show up in my sweats.
So here I am with the writing assignment. I think she wants us to do something literary, something intelligent, but frankly I’m at a loss. The only other places I know well and will be visiting this week are Walmart, the credit union, and Buffalo State College - none terribly exciting, and the college trip not until Sunday, so I won't have time to write about it owing to the fact that I’m a tad bit lazy and 24 hours is far too little time to complete an entire essay, even one that won’t be graded.
I may write about my car. I know it well, and I'll be in it at some point during the week. I admit there's nothing terribly cerebral about the idea, none of Woolf’s dwarfs trying on shoes, or blind, bearded brothers, or observations about the bookseller’s wife. But sometimes you just have to work with what you’ve got.
I'm hoping that the next assignment requires us to hop a plane to some warm, exotic land to write about white sandy beaches with waiters in crisp white linen uniforms serving me pina coladas while I read in a beach chair, warm aqua surf tickling my toes and the sun beating down and the smell of coconut oil and the sound of gulls vying for my last pretzel.
Of course, with my luck, our next assignment will be to write about Wegmans.
I like how Woolf uses the guise of needing to go across town to purchase a lead pencil as an excuse for a walk, when in reality she just wants to get out of the house before she goes nuts (which apparently, years later, she does anyway). It reminded me of my own late night trips to Wegmans for milk, when I thought that if I looked at the walls for just one more minute my head might explode.
The problem, of course, is that I don't need to purchase a lead pencil, and if I did, I certainly wouldn’t walk to the store when I could drive. I prefer to spend my time perched on my couch, a pile of books that need reviewing on the chest that serves as a coffee table (only don’t set any coffee on the chest, please, even with a coaster), my crocheting in a tangle under the tray table that holds my laptop, half-empty mugs of tea crowding the footstool, newspapers and magazines scattered around me, and the DVD, VCR and TV remotes in a tumble on the floor next to a box of tissues left from my recent bout with the flu.
When I’m not in my couch potato office, I’m in my real office, a tiny room off the kitchen that was used as the junk room before I took it over a year or so ago. It could probably use a good cleaning (ten years of “What should I do with this? I don’t know, put it in the back room and we’ll figure it out later” can really add up). It’s filled with books, files, miscellaneous papers, piles of newspapers that need to be clipped for my portfolio, almost 100 CDs that came in for review last year, craft supplies, boxes of cards and letters, and the vacuum, broom and Swiffer. I’m afraid that one day I’ll be sitting at the computer engrossed in writing an article and the clutter monsters will consume me and my passport photo will end up on a milk carton with the caption, “Have you seen this woman?” No one will respond, of course, because the photo looks nothing like me, and besides, I am not missing but being held captive by a pile of paper in my very own house.
I really don’t want to write about Wegmans - I have a love/hate relationship with the company, and while I love my Wegmans (the last of it’s kind, the small grocery store, neighborhood gathering place) I break out in a rash if I have to visit the monster Wegmans (where you can buy a pound of hamburger, a pair of socks, a quart of motor oil and a magazine and then head upstairs for a baby shower).
I like my Wegmans, where - imagine this! - they primarily sell groceries, and the same front end manager is always on duty, the cashiers are usually school chums of your own kids, pretty sparrows fly overhead, and you're bound to run into at least one acquaintance. I've spent hours there instead of going to a church function simply because I see more people I know and I can show up in my sweats.
So here I am with the writing assignment. I think she wants us to do something literary, something intelligent, but frankly I’m at a loss. The only other places I know well and will be visiting this week are Walmart, the credit union, and Buffalo State College - none terribly exciting, and the college trip not until Sunday, so I won't have time to write about it owing to the fact that I’m a tad bit lazy and 24 hours is far too little time to complete an entire essay, even one that won’t be graded.
I may write about my car. I know it well, and I'll be in it at some point during the week. I admit there's nothing terribly cerebral about the idea, none of Woolf’s dwarfs trying on shoes, or blind, bearded brothers, or observations about the bookseller’s wife. But sometimes you just have to work with what you’ve got.
I'm hoping that the next assignment requires us to hop a plane to some warm, exotic land to write about white sandy beaches with waiters in crisp white linen uniforms serving me pina coladas while I read in a beach chair, warm aqua surf tickling my toes and the sun beating down and the smell of coconut oil and the sound of gulls vying for my last pretzel.
Of course, with my luck, our next assignment will be to write about Wegmans.
Friday, January 16, 2004
Quick fact: I heard on Channel 13 that the Anchor Bar in Buffalo - birthplace of the buffalo style chicken wing - serves more than 1,000 pounds of chicken wings A DAY.
Holy hot sauce, Batman!
Holy hot sauce, Batman!
Cassie looks so cute driving her "new" car. Makes me want to sell my Altima and buy a sportier car ... I miss my old Corolla ... really ...
I did it. I signed up to take a Travel Writing class! Not that I want to be a travel writer, necessarily, but I want to be able to better integrate writing about travels and people and places in to my regular writing, such as it is. My goal would be to do some short term missions trips and write about them. I did apply for my passport, you know.
It's ARCTIC here! Zero temps with below zero wind chills. Schools closed yesterday and today. How do people who live in, say, North Dakota, survive the whole winter like this? Less than a month ago, it was 60 with not a speck of snow on the ground. Yeessh, I need to move.
Speaking of which, one of my dad's customers is starting a neat website where you get help determining where to relocate, if you're so inclined. You'll be able to take a brief survey and out will spit the top 10 communities that best meet your qualifications. I did the beta test, and while he only has a handful of communities in the database (eventually, when the site is up it will include 600), I got the top 10 places my dh and I would most likely enjoy (ranked lowest score to highest):
1) Cheyenne & Laramie WY
2) Edmonton, Alberta
3) Eugene/Springfield, OR
4) Idaho Falls/Rexburg, ID
5) St. Johnsbury, VT
6) Wichita, KS
7) Bend/Redmond/Prineville, OR
8) Augusta, GA/Aiken, SC
9) Sioux Falls, SD
10) Springfield, MO
Makes you wonder how I responded, doesn't it? Welll, if you know me at all, you'll probably guess that I compromised mine and my dh's qualifications (including my need to be near people and Wegmans, and his need to be as far away from people as possible), and went for the small town, low cost of living areas with moderate climates. It's just a bonus for David that they're probably good hunting areas as well.
They also give you the 10 least likely matches.
141. Baltimore, MD
142. New Orleans, LA
143. Houston, TX
144. Miami (Dade County), FL
145. Florida Keys (Key West; Marathon; Key Largo), FL
146. Honolulu (Island of Oahu), HI
147. Los Angeles, CA
148. San Diego, CA
149. Washington, DC/MD/VA
150. Boston/Cambridge, MA
Ironic, since I'd move to Key West in a heartbeat ...
I'll let you know when the site is up and running.
I did it. I signed up to take a Travel Writing class! Not that I want to be a travel writer, necessarily, but I want to be able to better integrate writing about travels and people and places in to my regular writing, such as it is. My goal would be to do some short term missions trips and write about them. I did apply for my passport, you know.
It's ARCTIC here! Zero temps with below zero wind chills. Schools closed yesterday and today. How do people who live in, say, North Dakota, survive the whole winter like this? Less than a month ago, it was 60 with not a speck of snow on the ground. Yeessh, I need to move.
Speaking of which, one of my dad's customers is starting a neat website where you get help determining where to relocate, if you're so inclined. You'll be able to take a brief survey and out will spit the top 10 communities that best meet your qualifications. I did the beta test, and while he only has a handful of communities in the database (eventually, when the site is up it will include 600), I got the top 10 places my dh and I would most likely enjoy (ranked lowest score to highest):
1) Cheyenne & Laramie WY
2) Edmonton, Alberta
3) Eugene/Springfield, OR
4) Idaho Falls/Rexburg, ID
5) St. Johnsbury, VT
6) Wichita, KS
7) Bend/Redmond/Prineville, OR
8) Augusta, GA/Aiken, SC
9) Sioux Falls, SD
10) Springfield, MO
Makes you wonder how I responded, doesn't it? Welll, if you know me at all, you'll probably guess that I compromised mine and my dh's qualifications (including my need to be near people and Wegmans, and his need to be as far away from people as possible), and went for the small town, low cost of living areas with moderate climates. It's just a bonus for David that they're probably good hunting areas as well.
They also give you the 10 least likely matches.
141. Baltimore, MD
142. New Orleans, LA
143. Houston, TX
144. Miami (Dade County), FL
145. Florida Keys (Key West; Marathon; Key Largo), FL
146. Honolulu (Island of Oahu), HI
147. Los Angeles, CA
148. San Diego, CA
149. Washington, DC/MD/VA
150. Boston/Cambridge, MA
Ironic, since I'd move to Key West in a heartbeat ...
I'll let you know when the site is up and running.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
Ironically, although I have not been blogging, I have been journaling - so while you all have not been reading my ramblings, I have been writing - which I suppose is good news for everyone.
Quick updates:
I have yet to hook my "new" laptop up to the internet. Still waiting for a good time to go shopping with my my friend and neighbor to get everything I need. I have no idea what a router or wireless card is. She goes back to work in Feb. We need to shop soon.
Had a lovely virus on my computer. Fortunately, I had just backed up all my files a few days before. Reminder kids: do your virus updates, and back up your work!
Cassie is still home from college, but goes back next week. She bought a car - pray for us all. I worry about her on the road.
Met with my friend Elaine about a possible book idea about party favors using her Fun with Candy motifs. We're in the research stage right now. Check out her website and let me know what you think about the idea. Would you buy/read a how-to book about making party favors using that theme/idea?
I'm seriously mad at channel 10 for switching the time on my favorite afternoon show, Starting Over - although I can now go back to watching Oprah. I had a whole routine that was working very well for me and they messed it all up. Starting Over is a reality show that puts 6 women who want to start their lives over in a house and then tracks their progress as they work towards their goals. It's addicting. Being a reality TV addict, I am addicted. Instead, WHEC has chosen to run reruns of Frasier at 4 pm. No one wants to watch Frasier the first time, let alone in reruns. If they wanted people to switch the channel to Oprah, they just gave them reason.
Speaking of which, FOX has moved Judge Judy to 4 pm, and put Ryan Seacrest on at 5. OK, he's cute and funny, but in small doses. Very small doses. In fact, American Idol is more than of a enough dose for me. I wish the TV powers that be would quick messing around with my TV routine.
I am, however, extremely pleased to see the ABC will be running Extreme Makeover, home edition, with host Ty Pennington. Since we don't have cable, this is the only chance I get to see TVs funny and cute carpenter. I take my excitment where I can get it.
OK, enough reality TV - although have you seen the ads for the new Survivor? They're bringing back the former players - good guys and bad. Oooo, now I'm all over that.
Anyway, back to reality - my reality. (pause....) Yeah, so that's about it. Nothing else new. Oh! I did check one thing off of my 2004 goals list - I applied for my passport! Yeah! Finally! Now, where can I go? Possiblities? Seattle? Mexico? Costa Rica? England? Nowhere? ....
Quick updates:
I have yet to hook my "new" laptop up to the internet. Still waiting for a good time to go shopping with my my friend and neighbor to get everything I need. I have no idea what a router or wireless card is. She goes back to work in Feb. We need to shop soon.
Had a lovely virus on my computer. Fortunately, I had just backed up all my files a few days before. Reminder kids: do your virus updates, and back up your work!
Cassie is still home from college, but goes back next week. She bought a car - pray for us all. I worry about her on the road.
Met with my friend Elaine about a possible book idea about party favors using her Fun with Candy motifs. We're in the research stage right now. Check out her website and let me know what you think about the idea. Would you buy/read a how-to book about making party favors using that theme/idea?
I'm seriously mad at channel 10 for switching the time on my favorite afternoon show, Starting Over - although I can now go back to watching Oprah. I had a whole routine that was working very well for me and they messed it all up. Starting Over is a reality show that puts 6 women who want to start their lives over in a house and then tracks their progress as they work towards their goals. It's addicting. Being a reality TV addict, I am addicted. Instead, WHEC has chosen to run reruns of Frasier at 4 pm. No one wants to watch Frasier the first time, let alone in reruns. If they wanted people to switch the channel to Oprah, they just gave them reason.
Speaking of which, FOX has moved Judge Judy to 4 pm, and put Ryan Seacrest on at 5. OK, he's cute and funny, but in small doses. Very small doses. In fact, American Idol is more than of a enough dose for me. I wish the TV powers that be would quick messing around with my TV routine.
I am, however, extremely pleased to see the ABC will be running Extreme Makeover, home edition, with host Ty Pennington. Since we don't have cable, this is the only chance I get to see TVs funny and cute carpenter. I take my excitment where I can get it.
OK, enough reality TV - although have you seen the ads for the new Survivor? They're bringing back the former players - good guys and bad. Oooo, now I'm all over that.
Anyway, back to reality - my reality. (pause....) Yeah, so that's about it. Nothing else new. Oh! I did check one thing off of my 2004 goals list - I applied for my passport! Yeah! Finally! Now, where can I go? Possiblities? Seattle? Mexico? Costa Rica? England? Nowhere? ....
Wednesday, January 07, 2004
This just in from my sister, Jackie, who has an even more extensive store of odd trivia than I do:
You are correct that the first video ever to air was "Video Killed The Radio Star" by the Buggles. But what was the second?????
Give up?
It was Pat Benatar's "You Better Run"
As you can see, my sister and I led wildly exciting lives back in the 80s, when MTV was truly a novelty, and the vj's were truly something never seen on this earth before ... that hair ...
Ever wonder what happened to Martha Quinn, Nina Blackwood and the other video trailblazers? Check out this story from ABC's Good Morning America. They started out as nobodies ... and except for Martha Quinn, faded back into their own corners of the world when it was all said and done. They never really got the credit they deserved for being guinea pigs in the enterainment experiment called Video Music.
You are correct that the first video ever to air was "Video Killed The Radio Star" by the Buggles. But what was the second?????
Give up?
It was Pat Benatar's "You Better Run"
As you can see, my sister and I led wildly exciting lives back in the 80s, when MTV was truly a novelty, and the vj's were truly something never seen on this earth before ... that hair ...
Ever wonder what happened to Martha Quinn, Nina Blackwood and the other video trailblazers? Check out this story from ABC's Good Morning America. They started out as nobodies ... and except for Martha Quinn, faded back into their own corners of the world when it was all said and done. They never really got the credit they deserved for being guinea pigs in the enterainment experiment called Video Music.
Friday, January 02, 2004
Taking a bit of a musical trip down memory lane.
I was trying to find out who sings that song on the HP digital camera commercial. I had a feeling it was a new wave pop band I remember from the 80s, and I was right. The Cure. "Pictures of You" from their album Disintegration. (1989)
In searching, I also stumbled across a whole bunch of songs that I remember from my days in college. I was an amateur dj at the school station - completely ignorant of music, very uncool, but trying my best to fit in. They gave us albums, we played 'em. I love that 80s European dance rock.
I had a bunch of favorites in the 80s - the soundtrack to my college years: Squeeze, The Cure, Psychedelic Furs, Thomas Dolby, The Police, (I went to see The Police at Hollender Stadium with The Fixx and Flock of Seagulls. Wow, was that a long time ago!) These bands bring back memories? Thompson Twins? Men at Work? Duran Duran? The Clash? Midnight Oil? B-52s? The Romantics? Modern English? Split Endz? Adam Ant?
And the one hit wonders - "China" by Red Rockers, "Big Country" by Big Country. "99 Red Balloons" (or "99 Luftballons") by Nena? How 'bout Romeo Void? "I Know What Boys Like?" by The Waitresses?
My husband laughs at me and tells me he'd like to forget the music of the 80s, but I think it's cool. I couldn't tell you much about the bands, but I remember the music.
I even remember the dawn of MTV (quick: what's the first video MTV ever aired?). Yes, kids, it was in your parent's generation! I saw the debut of Michael Jackson's Thriller video, remember the first VJs, and was witness to the birth of a whole new form of entertainment.
It's funny what a little music can do to lift your spirits.
(the answer is "Video Killed the Radio Star", by the Buggles)
I was trying to find out who sings that song on the HP digital camera commercial. I had a feeling it was a new wave pop band I remember from the 80s, and I was right. The Cure. "Pictures of You" from their album Disintegration. (1989)
In searching, I also stumbled across a whole bunch of songs that I remember from my days in college. I was an amateur dj at the school station - completely ignorant of music, very uncool, but trying my best to fit in. They gave us albums, we played 'em. I love that 80s European dance rock.
I had a bunch of favorites in the 80s - the soundtrack to my college years: Squeeze, The Cure, Psychedelic Furs, Thomas Dolby, The Police, (I went to see The Police at Hollender Stadium with The Fixx and Flock of Seagulls. Wow, was that a long time ago!) These bands bring back memories? Thompson Twins? Men at Work? Duran Duran? The Clash? Midnight Oil? B-52s? The Romantics? Modern English? Split Endz? Adam Ant?
And the one hit wonders - "China" by Red Rockers, "Big Country" by Big Country. "99 Red Balloons" (or "99 Luftballons") by Nena? How 'bout Romeo Void? "I Know What Boys Like?" by The Waitresses?
My husband laughs at me and tells me he'd like to forget the music of the 80s, but I think it's cool. I couldn't tell you much about the bands, but I remember the music.
I even remember the dawn of MTV (quick: what's the first video MTV ever aired?). Yes, kids, it was in your parent's generation! I saw the debut of Michael Jackson's Thriller video, remember the first VJs, and was witness to the birth of a whole new form of entertainment.
It's funny what a little music can do to lift your spirits.
(the answer is "Video Killed the Radio Star", by the Buggles)
Funny, the things you think about when you're sick.
Like, what did people do before Kleenex was invented? Back when people used cloth hankerchiefs instead of disposable tissues? I have a Wegmans bag filled with used tissues, and have gone through 1/2 a box of Kleenex in the past day. No wonder there was such widespread epidemics of flu and other illnesses in the "olden days". Can you imagine using one or two cloth hankies with a cold? Washing and reusing them? Ick.
Like, what did people do before Kleenex was invented? Back when people used cloth hankerchiefs instead of disposable tissues? I have a Wegmans bag filled with used tissues, and have gone through 1/2 a box of Kleenex in the past day. No wonder there was such widespread epidemics of flu and other illnesses in the "olden days". Can you imagine using one or two cloth hankies with a cold? Washing and reusing them? Ick.
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