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Quite some time ago, Tracey prompted a discussion regarding whether it was better to sneeze into a tissue and toss it or sneeze into your elbow. It took me some time, but I have the answer! While having dinner with a friend of mine who is currently interning at a hospital, she sneezed into her elbow and excused her ‘hospital sneeze’. I pressed for details and learned that the goal is to avoid germing up your hands. Therefore, the elbow sneeze is the way to go unless you can guarantee that your tissue will block all germs. So Tracey, should you ever get enough free time to return to us, there is your answer.

Considering that I have yet to find a suitable hobbie, I believe my energy would be best used by focusing on penmanship. My inspiration comes from writing samples I have from our very own Jules. For those of you unfamiliar with her handwriting, it is not really handwriting at all. It’s a font. It should be available within Photoshop. Graphic designers would shed tears of joy.

I would like to take this opportunity to thank everybody that did their best in guiding me to be hip from the ankle down this past week. In the end, I decided to stop thinking about what may or may not be trendy (because that was just getting far too confusing for me) and just find something that seemed Jessieish. What I settled on is this. Unfortunately, I think that the majority of my wardrobe has been based upon the big black boots, so my matching and/or clothing variety may be lacking for the next little bit. Please be patient while I sort things out.

Also, I went in for a little trim of my front layers today, which somehow turned into a trim of everything in front of my ears. The result is a style that, given my hair’s natural desire to wrinkle, looks terribly like one of the Friend’s styles circa 1994, when left to its own devices. And let’s be honest. Those styles were little more than glorified girl mullets. Fortunately, I think I can create something quite satisfactory with a little gel and maybe some last resort blow drying. Go ahead and copy this one, Briggs. I dare ya’.

For years now, I have received one question: “Why the big, black boots all the time, Jessie? In the summer: boots. In the winter: boots. At the beach: boots! Why, oh why, the boots?” For those of you who have not heard the story, here you go: Long about the time I turned 16, I decided that I just had to have black boots to go with the flared jeans that were all the rage at the time. So what did I do? I went out and bought ubercool black boots to sport. About once a year, I would need to replace my boots, and every replacement seemed to be bigger and blacker until I reached the pair I have today, which I’d like to think make me taller than my dear Nicolet friend. Well, it is time to replace my boots again. Rather than trying to find an even bigger pair, I thought maybe it would be a good idea for me to try a different type of footwear, as I am always somewhat worried about the fact that little has changed in my style since the mid-nineties. After an extensive shoe store search, I have been unbelievably unsuccessful in my search for a non-ugly boot replacement. Then today (while wearing classic running shoes), I realized that every time I stood up, my pants tucked themselves into my shoes, causing me to look an awfully lot like a certain former professor of mine I would rather not resemble. Then I would have to take time to untuck my pants while trying to not fall over. Geez. I never had this type of trouble with the boots. Now I just don’t know what to do. Such a dilemma….