Benefits of good TP

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!

Thanks to derekGavey on Flickr for this very artistic pic of tp!
Thanks to derekGavey on Flickr for this very artistic pic of TP!

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Awkward interviews

So it’s not so great when you’re trying to interview very important people (namely a grouping of top executive women in the ski/snowboard industry) while suffering from a rather dreadful bout of laryngitis.

It’s tough to conduct a highly professional questioning while your voice is cracking like a 13-year-old boy.

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My sick boyfriend

Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.

I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.

Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.

Oops.

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