Dear Julie,
I see your cold and raise you a blister. It's not just any blister, mind you. It's a Sandal Blister. Right on the top of my foot. YOUCH. I was wondering this morning while doing my hair just how long it would take a person to die from an infected blister. That would be a horrible way to go.
Believe it or don't...I have been contemplating a neti pot of my own. (Just proving your assertion that we are so similar, yet so different.) My beloved hairdresser Jean recommended one some time ago. Jean (God love her) is pretty granola, so I was somewhat dubious. But then one of my colleagues from the Chicago campus was recently extolling the virtures of a neti pot and he's the antithesis of granola. I'm very concerned about the mechanics of it, though. It would be much better if I had a trusted, loved one to help flood my sinus cavities with saline. Did you make your own solution with salt or did you pony up for some pricey Dead Sea Salt solution? I think I'll wait to see how profound the changes are in your sinus cavities before I actually take the plunge. Please keep me posted.
I had an eggsalad sammich on white bread for lunch today. Very old school. I never buy white bread. It's a little scary waaaaay out here on the edge!
Laundry tonight. Dangerously close to the lesser panties and I'm fixinta leave town for 8 days. Hey, remember that picture of the underpants-shaped cheese? You should add it to this post!
Love,
Your sister
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