My dirty little secret

Okay, yes. It's been a very long time since I've done a blog post. So long, that Katdish was getting on my case about it yesterday. Not that it takes all that much to get Katdish on your case, but still. Of course, I had no ideas for blog posts. Katdish said I should make something up, but after much pondering, I've decided to go with a deep dark truth about myself...

Hello, my name is Wendy and I'm addicted to Q-tips.

Shocking, I know. I just can't help myself! Yes, I've heard that you're not supposed to stick anything smaller than your elbow in your ear. But really? If a Q-tip wasn't supposed to go in your ear, why is it the perfect size for it?

I could lie and say that I can stop any time. But I can't! They call to me... As soon as I get out of the shower, I hear their siren's song, "Put me in your ears, Wendy! You need us! Your ears will be waxy without us!" Who am I to ignore that? Truth be told, I have tried to go without. It was awful. I spent the whole day thinking about my ears and what might be lurking in them. So I gave up. I'll continue to buy Q-tips in bulk until my dying day. I love them so.

Now you know.

Don't judge me.