I finally experienced one of those petite Victorian lady sneezes that appears as though your nose is saying “I beg your pardon most kindly” to your mouth, and there is a dainty, tiny exhalation of air slightly less powerful than a glaucoma eye puff test.
This is quite extraordinary, as I usually suffer from what is best described as my mouth’s attempt to regurgitate my nose clear off my face. That is the standard protocol.
Furthermore, I come from a family of extremely intense sneezers—both of the serial (dad) and garden sprinkler/honking (mom) varieties.
I wonder what the occasion was today that I could keep it together so well. Ah well, a reason to celebrate if there ever was one!
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haha>i never understood how people could sneeze daintily. >charmed!
I appreciate your solidarity, sister!