Finding the humor in my life's experiences.
Rolling. . .Rolling. . . Rolling up the Booger. . . 03-01-10
Posted 03-01-2010 at 08:13:45 PM by pasharain
My husband works in the Emergency Room at a hospital that looks more like a city than a building. He has seen it all. As a result, I can eat a four course meal through the goriest of stories, but for the life of me--I cannot stand the sight of other people's boogers.
My husband missed his calling to become a football player for no other reason than he is a really big guy. Unfortunately, as a result, his boogers are equally colossal.
While trying to sleep one night early on in our marriage, he kept stirring. Having to get up early for work the next day, I insisted on knowing what his deal was. Apparently, he was fidgeting because of his amazement over the size of the booger he had just lifted from his face. In the moonlight, I could see him rolling it again and again between his thumb and forefinger. Horrified, I insisted that his trip to the bathroom sink not be delayed any longer.
He turned on the bedside lamp and was immediately terrified by the color of his booger. "Oh my goodness, I must be sick. My boogers are black." "You have to look Ashley. I know how you feel about boogers, but you really have to look." Very reluctantly, I took a good look and exclaimed, "That's not a booger! It's a SLUG!!"
Once he realized the "booger" had antennae and two black eyes starring back at him, he through his arms in the air like a mad person, desperately trying to shake the slug's remains from his hand.
Somehow a snail had made its way into our bed and onto his face. For trespassing, the poor thing got the death sentence.
My husband missed his calling to become a football player for no other reason than he is a really big guy. Unfortunately, as a result, his boogers are equally colossal.
While trying to sleep one night early on in our marriage, he kept stirring. Having to get up early for work the next day, I insisted on knowing what his deal was. Apparently, he was fidgeting because of his amazement over the size of the booger he had just lifted from his face. In the moonlight, I could see him rolling it again and again between his thumb and forefinger. Horrified, I insisted that his trip to the bathroom sink not be delayed any longer.
He turned on the bedside lamp and was immediately terrified by the color of his booger. "Oh my goodness, I must be sick. My boogers are black." "You have to look Ashley. I know how you feel about boogers, but you really have to look." Very reluctantly, I took a good look and exclaimed, "That's not a booger! It's a SLUG!!"
Once he realized the "booger" had antennae and two black eyes starring back at him, he through his arms in the air like a mad person, desperately trying to shake the slug's remains from his hand.
Somehow a snail had made its way into our bed and onto his face. For trespassing, the poor thing got the death sentence.
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LMAO! HAAAAAAAA HAAAAAAA!
That is hilarious! I know how ya feel bc I cannot stand the sight or even thought of phlegm. Just the thought of a "hocker" sends me running to the toilet to gag. My BF was sick a few weeks ago and I gagged everytime he coughed. I also cannot stand dog doo doo.
A slug !? Now that's funny! My lil brother had a hamster when we are all teenagers. Well the hamster got loose in the house and I was a nervous wreck bc I can't handle those beady eyes and that constant chewing. So there I was sleeping like a baby and I heard this "pitter patter" on my bed. Before I could move, that thing crawled across my face in the dark and I screamed so loud. Everyone came running to my room and my siblings laughed at me. Then there was the time when a mouse ran up my arm and down my shirt. Yea, that is good memory for those who witnessed my hysteria but it is a nightmare for me.Posted 03-02-2010 at 11:08:50 AM by natty68
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Posted 03-02-2010 at 11:55:24 PM by pasharain












