We don't usually keep Kleenex around the house. (Please note the capital "K" in Kleenex. It is, after all, a trademark used for a soft facial tissue. But I usually use Kleenex to blow my nose and am therefore a bit mystified as to why they are formally referred to as "facial tissue." Snot rag would be more true to life.)
So the secret that is not really a secret is now even less of a secret: we don't usually keep soft facial tissues around our house. I know, I know. Admitting it helps me feel less heathen.
According to our mothers, Kleenex is a staple that should be kept on hand at all times. Perhaps at some point in our lives once Wendy and I have reached that certain age, we, too, will feel the need to keep Kleenex on hand at all times. Until then, however, I only buy it when one of us has a cold or when one of our mothers will be visiting. We prefer Puffs Plus brand over Kleenex brand (mmmm.... lotiony).
When Wendy's mom was here a week or so ago, we picked up a box of Kleenex for her. She prefers Kleenex brand. She didn't use them all. Yesterday morning I was glad to have them because I woke up blowing snot everywhere. (Doesn't that inspire a wonderful visual image? Please. Take a moment and let your imagination wander.)
I have a freaking summer cold. I don't recall ever having had a summer cold before. I'm usually so healthy it's ridiculous (k-o-w). It began the day of the picnic with a irritating sore throat. A sore throat! Even when I smoked cigarettes, my throat didn't get sore. Bah.
As my runny sneezy stuffed up nose and I left for work that morning, I snagged that box of Kleenex to take to the office. All day long I was glad I had it.
But now. Oh now I'm sad. When I left the office I neglected to bring that box of Kleenex home.
I should have left my runny nose at work too.