Crusty Old Woman

Iris is contagious after all (sorry, Emmie!). What I thought was a resurgence of the last cold appears to be something new, something extra-snotty. I mean there are tablespoons of snot running out of her. I wipe it up often, but it's sort of a losing battle.

It even impressed the checker and bagger at the co-op, guys who are probably in their early twenties but who, to a woman in my wizened state, look decidedly adolescent.

"Do you want a? Kleenex?" asked the checker, looking queasy, as the bagger stopped mid-bag to check out the snot bubble inflating and deflating outside my baby's nostril.

There was a lot of snot on her face, but aren't men in the bloom of youth supposed to be able to handle a high level of grossness? I really, really wanted to say, "Young man, this is nothing. You should have seen what was smeared all over my boob this morning."


  1. not in this household. The male species in this house gags at poopie diapers and milk spit up.

  2. If you actually say that to a checker, I will give you ten dollars and clean out your diaper pail.