As I blew my nose for the 675th time today, I suddenly remembered my mother zipping around the house with a kleenex stuck up her nose.
At the time I thought she was just a) being gross, or b) trying to embarrass me.
But now, as I try to finish the laundry and get dinner going and mediate an argument and look with dismay at the Trainspotting bathroom on our main floor -- I now completely understand and admire her innovation.
I would also like to add that Grandma's "Kleenex in the sleeve" tactic has come in very handy more than once, AND it doesn't inadvertently send tissue through the wash when you forget to check that *one* pocket.
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