Sunday, November 28, 2010

Belated thanks, the material version

I know it's not right to be thankful for material goods, but man, oh man, believe me when I say that I worship at the altar of the neti pot. I've only known its sweet saline goodness for two days, but already I am breathing easier and counting the hours until we next meet again.

I've also become that person who insists that everyone else needs to irrigate their nasal passage; just ask my mom and Chip. If they resist the neti pot's siren call much longer, my mom will get one in her Christmas stocking, and Chip, well, he might get one jammed up his nose one morning when he least expects it.

It's that good.

So, thank you, neti pot. I have a feeling this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

4 comments:

  1. You could just say you are thankful for the blessing of being able to breathe thanks to the wonder of the neti pot. I too was converted last year. It is a bit scary at first, but it really is a bit of a miracle. I tried to get my father, who is addicted to afrin to try it, and he won't listen. I guess they will be left to suffer...

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  2. I've never heard of that before...Interesting little device.

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  3. It's amazeballs. We've been using him for awhile now. That shit works. For real. I am glad you are breathing easier.

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  4. FYI - the neti pot is NOT on my Christmas list. The whole concept grosses/freaks me out.

    SJ

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