(I’m not saying that your nose is plain, per se, and honestly I never really look at it, I tend to take in your face as a whole. Speaking of which.)
I was helping my colleague look for songs about being sick and getting well for this week’s story time (It’s in 45 minutes! Go take a shower!) because in between reading picture books to the wee ones she teaches them little songs and finger plays. I must have Googled “sneeze + songs” because I ended up discovering a site for sneezing fetishists. Every night when I’m cuddling up with Jackson at bedtime he likes to ask me, “What did you learn today?” and normally I am happy to share all sorts of tidbits from the reference desk, but somehow I couldn’t find the words to try and explain why some people get secretly excited about a common bodily explosion. So we talked about voter fraud and looked at dog-shaming.com instead.
Today is the second and final day that our amazing anonymous donor will provide matching funds (up to $1,000) for your donations to the Red Cross through this site. I will continue to promise to send out drawings to $5 donors ($15 will get yours framed), but it’s the last day that your $5 will turn into $10 and your $15 into $30, and tomorrow is the last day for this whole donation-and-drawings drive on fussy.org. I’m working and traveling this week and won’t be able to keep up with it, but I will tell you that of this morning we are poised to send $1,320 to the Red Cross. I’ll add up the totals and get the final donation sent out on Wednesday morning. I am so pleased and honored and grateful that so many of you have been able to help out in this way.
Peewee Longstocking thanks you, too.
isn’t a monkey and a horse supposed to be in that picture too? On a porch?
I can make that happen.
I always read “plain as the nose on your face” as meaning obvious, not unattractive.
I know, me too, but then I started looking at it and wondering if it could be read the other way . . . and this is why we can’t have nice things.
hi, were you in Mission Bay in San Diego on Saturday?, I am a reader who was there for a wedding, wanted to approach and say hi but I was starstruck and the wedding was beginning in minutes. Good to see you in the flesh! If it was you…might have been a look-alike. ‘You’ were being charmingly organizational in your conversation with two or three other women.
It wasn’t me! I’m relieved to hear that my doppelganger is well behaved, though.
ha ha, your spitting image!, and ironically I was at a wedding of an identical twin!