A post about Kleenex

Ben is currently suffering from a cold, plus a mix of allergies.  He’s doing alright, but feeling a little under the weather and I’ll be honest, hoarking up a lot of great stuff.  Not that I’ve seen it, but let’s just say he’s not the quietest hoarker in the world.   Especially at 7:45 in the morning, when he gets up, and I like to sleep for another 30 minutes or so.  (ok, ok, more like 45 minutes) That’s when I get whiny-grumpy.  You know, where you too tired to actually form coherent words, but you know that you’re testy enough to want to make it known that your grouchy?  That’s when the grumpy whine comes out.

Anyway-  this post isn’t meant to be about me, but rather, kleenex.  You see, the other day Ben asked me to get him some kleenex as he laid in bed, ready to blow the 8 hours worth of snot that had collected in his nostrils while we slept – and I immediately went to the bathroom and rolled a loooong strip of toilet paper off of the roll to bring to him. 

it struck me that in the 2 years we’ve been married we’ve never bought kleenex.  Yes, we’re that classy.  There have been many times that we’ve commented on it, and every time I get a cold and my nose becomes chapped, raw and red from the 1-ply no-name toilet paper that we use, I VOW that I am going to go out the next chance I get and buy the softest, most expensive, filled with lotion type kleenex I can find.   But then I never do.

You’d think that when I’m at work, and have a cold and have to slink into a co-workers office to steal some of their kleenex because the toilet paper at work doesn’t even qualify as 1-ply, that I would be motivated enough to go make the purchase.

Or perhaps the embarassment I feel when we have people over and they casually ask for a kleenex and with my head hung in shame I point them to the bathroom roll, would be what pushes me to go get some.

But that has yet to happen. Even though there’s a grocery store AND pharmacy literally across the road.   I’m not quite sure why.  Maybe I just keep forgetting.  Maybe I’m just not willing to let up on my vice grip of the $2.98 it’ll cost me to get some.  I don’t know.  But what I do know is that if you come over and have a slight sniffle…you might want to bring your own kleenex.