Winter be gone and take with it the slime that accompanies the noses of most of my children. I really can't stomach the thought of hovering by my youngest two weilding my Kleenex and awaiting the opportunity to ambush the greenies. This is my environmental protest. Some of the debris and foliage surrounding my youngest's nostrils would indeed need a chainsaw.
I am not this person. There is only so much snot I can camoflage on my sleeves because I can't access a wipe or a tissue. I feel like I am at the Nickelodeon Kids' Choice Awards and waiting for the inevitable slime to be primed and bucketed down on me. It's snot funny. I hate bodily secretions.
Winter is the pits. It is also the season of Eisteddfods.
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