shameless self-promotion, number 287 in a series

Thanks to one and all for the congrats. There are days when I feel like a big, important writer person -- and it's been a weekend full of them.

This morning marked the end of that, though. The Boy walked up to me this morning as I was eating a bowl of cereal and said "This is for you." He then wiped a booger onto my outstretched hand.

That's how we roll around here. So this piece about The joy of germs, from the local almost daily, fits right in.

In other news - Knoxville has a moment to shine in the NYT. No, wait. Not shine. What is the opposite of shine again? Still, I have to echo Katie and say that the world needs "Thus Lumpy Spoke" t-shirts.

Also, a pair of bloggers are reading Infinite Jest, which is the best book ever. When the series start with comparing DFW to Johnny Depp, you know it's going to be good stuff.

Comments

[Trish]

Y'know what Q used to say about proffered boogers? "At least if the kids offer them to me, they aren't just wiping them on the furniture." She liked the opportunity to clean them up, but perhaps ignorance would be bliss.

[Adrienne]

I'm with Q on that. But it was just so random this morning -- and not what I wanted with my bowl of mini-wheats. Ew.

[Melanie]

Yes, but at least with kids you can be reasonably sure that they'll outgrow it. Dogs will never stop giving you the booger equivalent,tails awag while they do it.