I have become my mother, minus the kids

It appears that I have become my mother, minus the kids, of course. The proof, you ask, is as follows.

During my yearly Autumn cold/sinus infection, I produced more slimy snot than the average 30 year old. I know this because I work in medicine and nobody should have the nasty ability to produce this untruly quantity. Never the less, it left me with a dilemma during the evening hours. Since I am absent a sufficient night stand in my bedroom the size of a closet, I resorted to the snot nosed secret my mother shared with me when I was young. Much to my dismay she used to put her clean Kleenex in her bra cleavage for a more handy and accessible storage place. I used to roll my eyes saying I would never be that uncool. Alas, I am that uncool. I am not afraid to admit it and have no shame. This cold was so bad that I was actually unaware that I have enough space between my knockers that I can almost fit a half a box of clean squares between them. The transition of this severe ailment was eased by the convenience of having accessible Kleenex near me so I did not have to bend over from a lying position and reach the Kleexe box from he floor while my boogers dripped from my snot locker that could not lock. My eyes were truly opened to a better life.
Let me take this minute to salute my mother's intelligence and her long lasting advice of the benefits and efficient use of cleavage. Thanks mom.