Squeamish Much?

If you're easily grossed out and/or don't want to know the very intimate details of something I did the other morning, just skip to a different web page. Just go right now. I won't be offended.

But YOU might be offended if you stick around, because my news is GROSS.

I cleaned out my ears. I couldn't hear and my ears were hurting. I used a bulb syringe and some of those cleany drops. What is not in my ears anymore was FOUL. You know those cap-erasers for pencils? That you have to buy for school kids but which never get used? That is the approximate size and shape of what-is-not-in-my-ears-anymore. Yes, it's true. And after the first one appeared in the sink, I made Seth look at it. And then I heard the second one pop out of the other ear.

This is gross. This is truly disgustifying. I know this. But this is my news. For the last two days I have felt like I was wearing a plastic helmet because everything is so loud and echoey with my new ear-situation. Also there might have been a little water left in there because my ears are notorious for having water stuck in them. It's terribly grody news, but it's good news.