First of all, it is bad karma to blog during an intense playoff game. This post is being brought to you after the Cardinals sent the Padres packing for San Diego! I am a happy Cardinal fan. My dog is a happy Cardinal puppy, even though he passed out after the fourth inning. I don’t blame him though because that was an intense first inning! I have a happy Cardinal GF. A GF, who is sometimes a Yankees fan, who was happy the Tigers have moved on to face the A’s. I am still speechless.
Now on to bore you with my ordinary life, doing ordinary things…
Like installing insulation in my attic / 2nd floor. Before buying my house, I thoroughly inspected every part of it. One of the bullet points on the bad list was the paper mache insulation in the attic. The stuff seriously looked like it could be starter fuel for the grill. If it is the age of the house, it is 50-60 years old.
Time for improvement.
I had SteveO come over Saturday to give me a hand. What a lifesaver! We pulled out the old stuff and put the new stuff in in about 5 hours. If I had done it myself, I would have been up there for a day and a half.
Ohh… so the title of this post. Part of installing insulation is that it sucks, and you breathe in a lot of nasty stuff and take about 5 years off of your life. Of course you wear long sleeves, pants, a hat, gloves, and a face mask, but the gunk still gets into your system. Before we got too in-depth into the process, Steve told me to just wait to see the black boogers. Like a seven year old hearing a playground rumor, I didn’t know to take it as hear-say or the truth that you get mutated black boogers.
Steve and I break for lunch, and he tells me that I might want to wash my face off. Gunk still gets around your face mask and collects near the nasal passage. I wash my face and have to blow my nose. Sure enough. BLACK BOOGERS!
GTG is getting annoyed about the story. I told everyone and my mom about it this weekend.
this post has been edited and approved by GTG.
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