I don't think I'd share this if Sue hadn't felt
the urge to host a carnival...
But laughing at yourself is a good thing,
and laughing at others is even better, right??
Okay, so here it is.
When there is a boogie in my nose
and I am alone,
I don't always bother with the kleenex.
A lot of the time I'll just use my finger to take care of it.
I'm pretty sure this is normal.
I mean, I've told this story to at least seven people,
and they all admit to this too.
I bet you've done it.
'Common. Admit it.
So a few Sundays ago,
in my new ward where I don't have so many friends,
I was in Sunday School minding my own business.
Scriptures open in my lap, my mind wandering a bit...
Then Hubby leans in and whispers:
"Don't pick your nose in public!"
And I'm like: Huh?
I didn't just pick my nose.
Then he whispers:
"Just wipe it under the seat. Its okay. I've done it before."
Then I'm like: What?
I didn't pick my nose.
Did I pick nose? No. I didn't.
I for sure didn't.
And I was convinced that I didn't.
I was pretty sure Hubby was just messing with my head.
Then I moved my hand under my scriptures
and there, under my finger I felt it.
I picked a boogie IN CHURCH.
In front of people!
I was horrified.
I mean, seriously, wouldn't you be??
Not only had I done it,
I had absolutely no recollection of doing it!
I didn't hear one more word through church.
All I could think of was my public disgrace.
And how in the heck did I do that without realizing it?
I'm pretty sure that now
I won't have friends at church
'cause who wants to be friends with
a nose picker??
Or a public nose picker at least.