So, I live in the desert. What this means is that for the past few months my sinuses have been drying out in such a horrific fashion that I wake up most mornings with delicious nosebleeds and spend the rest of the day coyly dealing with the, how you say, leftovers?
Well, apparently the dry time is over and as of today I am officially a snot-nosed brat. Which got me thinking about the ookey wastefulness of the thousands of tissues that I alone will be going through in the next few months.
So, like the age-ed old man that I am, I went and procured myself some hankerchiefs to cut down on tissue waste.
(I've got to stop taking these photos after the gym. Eek.)Ew! Right? ...Not so much. Magically Machine-Washable Hankies are probably a lo-hot less knarly than the sensation of a particularly forceful Achoo ripping through a flimsy, porous tissue and exploding warmly onto your hand. Now who's "Ew?"
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