Dear Neti Pot,
In four days, I'm supposed to be underwater, doing my check-out dive, from the beach of the Plaza Resort Bonaire. After that? I'm slated for 11 boat dives. Ah, bliss.
Right now? I've got sinus pressure. And that ain't gonna fly when I'm trying to descend to a leisurely 60 feet where I may enjoy corals, sponges, and all manner of fish.
Please? I'm begging you? Work wonders. And I will love you forever. And place you in a hallowed spot in my china cabinet, since you resemble a teapot and all.
Thanks and much love,
PS If I'm still stuffy by Sunday? You're goin' down. Kiss kiss!