I’d just gone to bed for the night.
Lights out.
Eyes closed.
My head resting upon 2 pillows.
Me: “Alexa, start 80’s Letters.”
That’s a game on Echo where you take turns naming off music groups/artists who ranked in the top 40s. No, I’m not very good.
Alexa: “Blah, blah, blah,… Letter U.”
Me: “aaaaaaaAAAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Alexa: “Sorry, I didn’t get that. Please try again and speak more clearly.”
[I thought I was getting over this cold. The sneeze came out of nowhere. Why does my hairline feel….. wet?]
I reach up to my forehead. Fingers tentatively search, touching…
[Ewwwwwwwww. Gross.]
Slimmy goo.
There’s a big glob of snot plastered to my bangs.
[How did THAT happen!!!?]
I am getting up to get a tissue.
To get the snot ball out of my hair.
The box is across the room.
[How DID that happen? Could it actually ricochet off my hand?]
Don’t judge. I tried to get my arm there but the sneeze happened too fast.
Alexa: “If you don’t answer in a few more seconds the game will end.”
I’m walking over to the tissue box, knowing I want to say “U2” but I feel the telling sting, eyes watering, then….
Me: “aaaaaaaAAAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Alexa: “I’m sorry. Please be patient with me. I’m still learning. It sounded like you said A-ha. A-ha starts with the letter A. I’m looking for the letter U.”
I wiped the glob of snot out of my hair as well as one can possible wipe snot out of hair with the tissue. Hey, I’d be taking a shower in the morning, anyway.
As I continue to sneeze, and sneeze, and sneeze some more.
I never did get to say “U2”.
Alexa got fed up and timed out.
Me: “aaaaaaaAAAAAAAACHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!”
Well, Teresa, that was a wonderful “bedtime story”. It also is responsible for igniting your Daddio’s humorous vein…that didn’t get removed during his recent surgery. Another blessing?
Yay!!!