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Netty Pots and Humidifiers

For me it's the time of year for a netty pot and humidifier. I have a sinus infection and bronchitis thanks to the dry air. I hate using the netty pot, but I am doing it to help clean it all out. I remember my Mom used to have sinus trouble...She still does. She would boil a pot of water and stick her face in it. Her whole face would turn beat red, but the offending stuff would drain out. If my husband is reading this, yes I know I am gross, but I will try to keep it tame for the readers sake. As much as I dislike the netty pot, it is better than sticking my face over a pot of boiling water. I still love vapor rub. That stuff is the best when you're sick. I remember using it when I was little. I let the boys use it too sometimes. I guess some old time remedies still work well.

On a less gross note, we got all the Christmas cards hung up around the living room. Now I just have to clean it AGAIN. Why is it you can mess up a room in five minutes, but it takes an hour to fix it? I cheated and made cookie mix cookies instead of scratch ones this year. I had bought the cookies mixes on sale and they were so easy. Happy tradition making to you all and Merry Merry Christmas.

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