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Allergies Hurt All of Us

I was in my bathroom just putting in my contacts so I had the door wide open. While I was holding a contact in one hand and solution in the other, I felt a sudden urge to sneeze. Very sudden. No chance to put down anything, let alone grab a Kleenex. So I hurriedly turned to the side to at least aim my about-to-explode face toward the [empty] open door rather than at the mirror. And exactly midst-sneeze is when my poor husband came into view – stepping right into the open doorframe. He’s normally not that quiet.

I tried to quickly tilt my face down, but it all happened so fast.

Sorry, Honey!

That’s My Man

I am so proud of and enamored by my hubby today.

This is a guy who, years ago, wouldn’t let me paint so much as a toenail for practice because “Aaa! Girly!” or some shit.

Who has, in the last couple years, let me paint his nails black for Halloween and a concert or two.

And now, on a random, regular-ass day asked me to paint his fingernails.

Why? Why this complete 180o?

Because he saw a video about a kid getting harassed over their painted fingernails. And he would “rather such jerks pick on someone like him (a giant) than a poor kid.”

My heart! <3

Consider It Now, I Guess

You may have never considered fishing something out of another being’s mouth.

But then you get kids or pets.

And one day suddenly find yourself knuckle deep in someone else’s toothy maw. No time to contemplate, only time for quick reaction speed.

Luckily you at least probably have the element of surprise on your side, as likely neither of you expected it would come to this.

Some small creatures, furry or otherwise, will attempt to consume just about anything they can find on a seemingly clean floor.

You have been warned.

Thanks, I Guess?

I was glad that my dad cared enough to yell at Mum in my defense after he found me alone and crying after her family reunion where I suffered heat exhaustion and returned incredibly ill and covered in huge blisters from a very bad sunburn, but I would have appreciated some actual help instead.

How about some aloe or something?

However, I don’t know where they are or if they’re even still alive, but sending immense love and gratitude out into the universe for my second cousin’s grandparents who let a sick kid vomit into their RV toilet for most of a very hot summer night.

One-winged Angel

I once heard someone say “fallen angel” when I was a teen. I thought it was sweet – an angel fallen from the sky. I innocently thought it would be cute to be called that.

My mom heard and immediately jumped down my throat. She was always on the lookout to attack, and I naively gave her perceived ammunition often.

I thought about that as I hung my smallest angel ornament on the Christmas tree this season.

She’s so tiny, I always worry she’ll be lost. She was purchased when I was only a year old. She’s been through a lot at this point, and is missing a wing.

But despite it all, she’s still here.

Work Reset

Work had me feeling like I’d travelled back in time today. First it seemed I had completely backtracked with a coworker who was again somehow thinking it was my job to do his team’s patching coordination. And then I received an email from a coworker who had left the company a few months ago. He appears to be in the exact same position again, and everyone’s acting like nothing happened.

I actually checked through my old emails to find his farewell letter to be sure I wasn’t having a stroke or something. Nope, there was the email. I guess that other company didn’t work out…

So anyway, I guess I’m still here in 2025. I had the slightest hope I was reset back to before the 2024 election for a second there, or even the pandemic. If only.

The Love Of Strangers

I realized something this morning.

The best Christmas my family ever had when I was growing up was the one time my parents actually accepted help. To them, the reason we kids enjoyed it so much was because we were given more than we deserved. We were spoiled, and happy about it.

That wasn’t it. In fact, it really wasn’t that much at all.

It was the thoughtfulness they, possibly even strangers, put into the gifts.

It was the feeling of actually being seen.

Care from strangers > “care” from parents.