Blowing It

     Lest you think this is going to be an admission of personal failure, let me clarify that it'snot. I recently had a cold. I was blowing and rinsing so much of the aforementioned substance out of my sinuses, I was beginning to think my nose was importing toxic waste from Eastern Bloc nations. This was not a big problem around the house where no one could hear my sinus solos. However, Monday, when I went to BSF leader's meeting, my nose plugged up and I was reluctant blow it in front of all those tasteful, Christian ladies because I knew I sounded like I was trying to snort a small aquatic mammal out of my nose.  Instead I just mouth breathed for the second hour, then went out to the car and filled three napkins. The same thing happened at BSF Tuesday except I only had to mouth breath for 45 minutes. Good thing Dairy Queen gives so many extra napkins. Happily, the great phlegm flood has fled. I know that I often look like I have it all together, now I know what substance is holding it all together. Of course, a classy woman wouldn't mentions mucus matters, guess I'm blowing it.