It’s cold. When it gets cold, my already somewhat dry skin gets even drier. Sometimes, like today, it gets so dry that it spontaneously splits and I get these painful, very deep cut-type things that look like paper cuts, feel like paper cuts, but that are definitely not paper cuts. I then get to slather on the Neosporin and pop on Band-Aids which promptly fall off because the cuts are never in a place where my skin is Band-Aid shaped. If I weren’t so darned cheap, I’d go buy those butterfly-type Band-Aids that you can wrap around your fingertip that won’t fall off within the hour. Or, I might get the foamy-type bandages that have really good flexibility and stick really well. Instead, I make do with the bacon shaped bandages I bought Robert for Christmas last year (came with a little pig toy—bonus!) and the last of Harrison’s Transformers bandages. The former have little stick to them, so they de-adhere pretty much the first time that I breathe in their direction. The latter stick better, but when I bend my finger they break open; thus, I’ve now got a piece of tape wrapped around my Band-Aid to keep it from falling off my hand.
I hate winter.
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