*sniff*

And not one of those, "Time to cry" sniffs either. No, my sniffing episodes are brought on by the cold weather here. So I sniff. And sniff again. Before I finally grab a Kleenex and get rid of the cause of the sniffing. For about two minutes!

I'm reminded of a two year old with a cold. Runny nose, shiny tracks. Just like a glazed donut. Only I don't wait for the tracks. That would just be gross. And work colleagues would look at me oddly.

"Don't you have Kleenex in South Africa?" They would ask.

"Kleenex is a brand, not a generic name for tissues, you silly Americans." I would reply.

"Blow your nose. You look like a two year old with a runny nose, a glazed donut." They would retort.

And due to my stuffy head and runny nose, I would have no come-back.