My poor husband

So, last night Husband, Jude and I were perched on the couch watching useless Japanese TV. My nose was itchy, so I scratched it. I felt a crispy, dry booger in my nose. I thought about getting up to get a tissue, but I was lazy and decided to just pick my nose. So, I dug around in my giant honker and found the culprit that was irritating me. I picked it and studied it carefully, as I always do. Then, I flicked it. Unfortunately, the booger landed right on Husband's foot. He was quite disgusted with me.

Husband: "Get it off, get it off. It landed on my foot!"

Me: "Oops, sorry!"

Husband: "You're so nasty!"

Me: "Yes, I am!"

Husband: "Why can't you just get a tissue like a normal person?!"

Me: "Because I'm not normal!"

Husband: "You got that right! Go blog about that!"

So, here I am.