years ago now, i once attempted to arrange a date with a barrister who came down with a cold, referred to himself as "a snot monster" and was never heard from again. his lasting legacy to my life is that the phrase "snot monster" immediately entered the eaton family lexicon.
you're not a snot monster are you? debo asks, as i simultaneously attempt to make a cappuccino and prepare my neti pot. a horrendous idea as i very nearly pour cappuccino mix into the neti pot and the salt into my giant owl mug.
yes, i am a snot monster, i tell her.