What's grosser than gross?
Tim hasn't seen this picture yet. He's going to kill me. Why you ask? Well, he's a not a neat freak in every aspect of his life, but with his offspring, he is. I swear, that boy will wipe her face every 5 seconds when we're out in public. It's quite embarrassing.
I say let her get messy every once in awhile. I hadn't planned it that way, but after I dumped a forkful of spaghetz down her front, I figured, "What the hell?"
That shirt is soaking in the sink overnight.
Typing spaghetz made me think that I should probably start documenting The Language of Tim. Our poor baby is going to grow up speaking some made-up way of speech. I admit, I have succombed to some of the silliness. It's quite catchy and when you hear it everyday it starts to sound right. For example, I almost used a Tim Word the other day. I started to say, "She clombed up ontop of me" instead of "climbed". He was an english major for God-don-don! Anyway, I'll have to sit down and try to remember all of the Tim Words so I can share them with you.
I took a shower before I sat down to type this. The doctor suggested that I try to gently blow my nose in the shower while it's all moist. So, I did. It felt funny. So, I stuck my finger up there to see what I could feel and I was shocked. There was a spot that felt tender and hard. I thought, "Maybe it's just a dried up booger. I should try to get it out."
So, I pulled on it. It wasn't coming out. It didn't exactly feel great, but I wasn't in pain or anything. It was strange.
I stopped messing with it, got out of the shower, dried off and then peered into the mirror. I have an effing stitch hanging out of my nose! Gross! It's complete with a knot on the end. Gross! I'm afraid to go tugging on it again. I'm still debating what what to do. I was going to take a picture, but I think I'll try to snip it with skizzors instead.