Ever played a word association game? Here's one.
Sneeze-Phlegm. Snot-Ick. Yuck-Gross. Disgusting-Germy. Husband-Yep.
Before you get your parchment paper in a wad, here is my husband, Russell's, response.
"Me. Me. Me again... I am SO close on this one!"
Yes. Aside from living with him, I am forced to deal with him.
This morning over homemade cinnamon roll dough, I sneezed a Dracula sneeze. This morning, over over coffee and standing in front of our coffee cabinet, Russell sneezed. Russell did not sneeze a Dracula sneeze but a rather wet and untidy "man sneeze" I refer to as "Russell-style" sneezing. Now, both of us washed our hands but one of us is cute during the process. Please, Dear Readers, take a guess as to which one of us is cute while sneezing.
To be fair, only babies, puppies and (the dreaded kitten) is "cute" while sneezing it's true, so, the above is a trick, pop quiz. That said, why do some of us Dracula sneeze (into our elbows) and some of us not? Russell says it's more disgusting to walk about with goodness knows what on your sleeve and I say nothing comes out! Russell says, 'Something caused you to sneeze so something is up there. That something is now on your sleeve!' A valid and disgusting point. I say, 'Better on the sleeve than the cinnamon roll dough!' By the time I isolate myself, turn my head into my elbow and hurl whatever the "something" is that caused me to sneeze, I am an island. Nothing and no-one is around me so nothing and no-one gets "something" on them. I will stick with my method of isolation, Dracula sneezing and washing, thank you.