my latest most embarrassing moment of my life

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.

A boogie.

I picked a boogie IN CHURCH.

In front of people!

I was horrified.

Horrified!!

I mean, seriously, wouldn't you be??

Not only had I done it,

I had absolutely no recollection of doing it!

Scary.

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.