I had a bad weekend a bit ago. I mean a baaaaad weekend. One of those weekends when you decide it’s best to just cut your losses, lock the doors, sit on the couch with a box of Kleenex, and cry it out. Of course, as so often happens, I fell victim to bad planning. My advice: before settling in for a sobfest, please make sure you’ve emptied the local drugstore of paper products. I’m talking Kleenex, paper towels, napkins, what-have-you. Because you know what happens otherwise? You wind up leaning against a wall blowing your nose into a dirty sock. Soft, sure- but disgusting. Take it from me: an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.
