What a way to start the day: Whenever I'm sniffling, my wife Tanya tells me to just get up and blow my nose. Well, I was sniffling this morniong and could hear her in my mind. I grabbed a tissue and blew. It seems I developed a bloody nose and it spattered on the shirt I was going to wear today.
I changed shirts but lef the bloody one on the sink.
I hope I get home today before Tanya or she'll think the bathroom is a CSI crime scene. I also hope the bloood comes out. I've been trying to cull my wardrobe because I have too many shirts, but I really don't think this is the way to do it.