I wouldn’t. Certainly not one in a public place (like a doctor’s office? ew!), but not even a fresh issue that belongs just to me. Who knows what chemicals might be mixed into that lickable page? I’m also a bit put off by the idea of handling a magazine that has been licked. (via Joe. My. God.)
Hello! I'm Alice, which is my real name (most of the other names here have been changed, though, to protect the innocent). I live in an almost-100-year-old house in downtown Chattanooga, TN with my first husband, G-Dog (who is from New Canaan, CT), and a cockapoo named Nonnie (the moniker comes from a Laurens van der Post book). We have one kid (that we know of) -- a daughter, Emmie, who plays a supporting role on the blog. She's off being a student, but she pops in often enough to keep things interesting.
I originally hale from Batavia, NY, a quiet little town in rural western New York. G-Dog and I met while attending college in Carlisle, PA, and then moved on to Chapel Hill, NC together before finally settling in Tennessee. Other places we've lived in long enough to have a mailing address include London and San Francisco.
This blog is about a lot of things -- the places I visit, things I cook, people I meet, photos I take, things I read, and -- of course, politics. I'm an unrepentant, arugula-eating, progressive, liberal, lefty, euro-loving, educated elitist and I'm looking forward to an administration that doesn't raise my blood pressure quite as often as the outgoing one did...
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I gave up chewing on pencils and sucking on pens, but I still lick my fingers to turn pages in newspapers, magazines, books – mine, yours, the doctor’s.
And you know how healthy I am.
I would, however, pass on something that invites other people to put their whole tongue to it. Unless it’s kissing.
I must confess that I have licked worse.