Snot Rocket Wednesday

My husband and I always do things that amuse each other.  Completely unintentional of course, and sometimes gross, but funny nonetheless.  Today was one of those days.  I came home from work and like always, walked over to give my husband a kiss hello.  As I leaned in to give him a smooch, something caught my eye sitting on the collarbone of his white t-shirt.  "What the?  Is that what I think it is?" I say.  He looked down and started laughing hysterically.  I looked a little closer.  "Is that a booger on your shirt?!  You totally have a giant booger on your shirt!  Ewww!  How on earth did that get there?"

"I was wondering where that went."  He responded.

"You were wondering where that went? Okay, you have to fill me in.  How do you misplace a booger?  And then how do you not realize that its stuck to your shirt?"

He goes on, "Well you see, I blew my nose and I knew something came out, but then I looked in the tissue and nothing was there.  I looked around the floor and couldn't find anything so I thought that maybe I just shook it loose but nothing came out."

"Wait, wait, wait.  You looked around the floor?  Oh my gosh.  If there was enough force to make you think it was on the floor, you'd think you would have checked a mirror too!  That must have been quite the blow to fly out of the tissue and onto your shirt.  That's so disgusting."

"I'm gonna go change my shirt" he said. 

The booger saga kept us going all night.  We couldn't stop laughing.  We were watching TV and I would just start busting up out of nowhere.  "I still can't believe you blew a booger onto your shirt" I said.  "I can totally picture you wandering around searching for the missing booger".  Then five or ten minutes later he would start snickering and shaking his head.  Even while writing about it I'm laughing so hard I'm crying.  Maybe you had to be there. Or maybe we just get amused by little things.  Either way, let this be a lesson.  Always check a mirror if you misplace a booger.