Corporate Servitude

I went to the Minneapolis Institute of Arts with Mark today, and when I was in the bathroom, I blew my nose. A little girl who was in another stall with her mom asked her, "Mom, what was that?" The mom answered, "That's just a lady blowing her nose." Then the little girl said, "It sounds like pooping."

Yes, ladies and gents, when I blow my nose, it does make noise. Most discerning ears can tell it from a fart. My dad says it sounds like a tuba, and Ken Hodgson found what note I blew on the piano during Concert Choir rehearsal once at UMM.

I haven't written for a long time, and it feels great to be back.