Having impeccable manners is just how I was raised. So naturally, when my nose decides it has a mind of it's own and it runs uncontrollably, I need to take care of it.
I didn't realize that politely asking someone to help me with this task would cause such a stir.
After getting a Kleenex, I nicely asked my cousin, "BLOW ME?".
Upon hearing this, my Mother quickly tried to correct my question and said, "Please, help me wipe my nose."
No. I meant, "BLOW ME." No wiping, just blowing.
Once the laughter subsided, I thought, why is this so funny?
Then I decided, I didn't care. Funny is funny, so I will make a song out of it.
It goes a little something like this...
"Blow Me, Blow Me, Blow Me, dadadadadadada. Blow Me, Blow Me, Blow Me, dadadadadada." (repeat)
I sang this all morning, all during our shopping trip to Meijer and all through lunch.
My Mom has decided to try to ignore me. Good luck, it's a catchy little ditty.
Feel free to sing along & teach others with uncontrollably runny noses the same song. Maybe, just maybe they will get someone to help them out too!
