Monday, January 09, 2006
Attack of the Boogie-Rags
This is a picture of what I feel like right now. Granted, it is from 1999, when my Mom and Dad visited us over Christmas at Boystown, Nebraska. The next day I was diagnosed with pneumonia. I usually do not pose for pictures when I feel like...ahh...poop (the nice way of saying what I really feel like). But I was too slow to snatch the camera away...you can see that I was attempting to ward off the lasting memory of my pale sickly look. Anyway, it is the only picture to describe how all the family feels right now. But I have gotten ahead of myself. Let me backtrack...
It all started with a single boogie-rag.
When my children use tissues they NEVER throw them away...I am the tissue picker-upper. You probably know what I mean. The mountain of snowy flakes all over the house, as it you've been struck by the tissue blizzard fairy? So, wise me, I created the term Boogie-Rag and gave one to my son. These 'Boogie-Rags' are cloth diapers. I never got into the whole 'use cloth diapers' thing because I'm just way too lazy and dainty (Ha!). I used store bought throw away and ruin the environment sort. But I had a huge stack of new cloth diapers that had been given to me by an environmentally conscience mother while I was pregnant. So, I put them to use. Thus, the Boogie-Rag was born. This was when Keegan was about three years old and the blizzard tissue fairy started striking the house.
A few days ago, Evan got a runny nose. Out comes Mr. Boogie-Rag. But somehow, my lovely four year old kept misplacing Mr. Boogie-Rag. So, Mrs. Boogie-Rag joined the fun. Mrs. Boogie-Rag turns up Missing in Action...so, Boogie-Rag Jr. joins the battle. Suddenly, ten more Boogie-Rags invade. Now, instead of being surrounded on all sides by tissue droppings, I am being attacked by Boogie-Rags. With all the lovelies that have been deposited into the Boogie-Rags, germs have multiplied and all of us need our own Boogie-Rags.
There are no more Boogie-Rags in the linen closet...so I have adopted hand towels into the equation. I guess it is time to round up the Boogie-Rag mess and give them all a chlorine bath. But first I need to blow my nose...dang! Where's my Boogie-Rag???
Side note: I've finished my proposal and it will be in the mail tomorrow! I should spray it with Lysol first though. Don't you think?