Fact: Brian treats me better than I treat myself.
When I was sick last week, I asked him to bring home more facial tissues. Typically, if I was shopping for myself, I’d purchase whichever tissues were on sale.
They’re all the same, right?
But the tissues that Brian brought home? The first one that I used felt cold on my nose. Cold… but niiiiiiiice.
They must be cold because they were just outside in the car. So soft! Sure beats the box of tissues I just finished and the paper towels I’ve been carrying around.
Granted, while Viva paper towels are super soft for paper towels, the fact that I was resorting to rubbing vaseline on my sad, raw nose should have told me something.
Okay, but back to the Kleenex that Brian brought home.
The next one that I used? Soft and cold. And the next? Soft and cold. And the next day? Still soft. Still cold.
I looked at the box again. Cool Touch.
I don’t know how they did it, but – wow! – every single tissue is so soothing because they all feel like they’ve been chilled! So nice! Did you know such things existed?!
Tissue snob? Yeah. I think that just happened.