I typically scoff when my husband mandates that we purchase the super soft, plush, gentle-enough-for-a-baby’s-bottom toilet paper. But I have to admit that it’s been a lifesaver for my recent hyper congested, blow-my-nose-every-five-minutes affliction.
So here’s a toast (of Emergen-C) to Mike’s tender tushy!
You know, living on a relatively busy road definitely has its downsides: namely hearing the sounds of traffic almost constantly.
However, when vehicles crash into the median, ram into the road sign, send a stream of sparks into the air and scatter car debris–including a bumper–along the road, which other speedsters then run over for the next 30 minutes, living on a busy road is a genuine source of entertainment.
It’s happened three times so far and has yet to get old.