My sneezes are exhausting, because they always require an explanation. I sneeze quietly, like a cat, so people have to ask me if I've sneezed or what, and by the time I start to answer, I sneeze approximately eighteen more times in quick succession. At which point the person is so entranced by my alarming display that they forget what they were asking about. It's like the grand finale at the fireworks show. I still surprise my husband, nearly every time, with how many times I can sneeze in a row. He'll say, "Bless you!" the first time and then just sit there, watching, and saying, "Geez," every few sneezes.