I'm morphing, one drip at a time.

Do you remember when you would go to a family wedding? Approaching you from across the room would come lumbering: an uncle.  You couldn't recall his name, but you knew him and remembered him vividly.  As he got closer, you noticed him pulling a folded white cotton handkerchief from his pocket and actively mopping his face. Deep down you wished he had the Chamois Smart Mop.  He was sweating--big time.   Remember how he would lean over to kiss you and as you inwardly cringed, accepting his wet kiss on your cheek, you would smile politely and count the seconds until he turned away so you could take your arm and wipe his sweat off your face?

I am that Uncle.



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