**If you are easily grossed out or have trouble with bodily fluids in general, do NOT read this post**
It seems that my husband has not had his fill of blog attention this week.
Yesterday, I dedicated a whole Top Ten Tuesday to his habits. And today, today he thought to practice personal hygiene in the family room.
Here is our conversation:
Me: What are you doing?
(HBL, digging in his nose)
Me: Use a tissue.
Me: Get a tissue, PLEASE!
HBL (laughing): What? I’m not ashamed to dig my nose.
Me: I don’t care about you digging your nose, I care about you not using a tissue!
(Continues to dig, using every finger on this hand)
Me: Ugh, do you have to use every finger on your hand?
HBL: Every one, except my thumb. It’s too big.
Me: Dude, PLEASE get a tissue.
HBL (Still digging): (About his booger) It’s too slimy, I can’t get it with my fingers…
Me: GET A TISSUE!
(Walks to the tissue box. Uses the tissue. Digs with no luck)
HBL: I give up. I guess I’ll wait till it hardens. You gotta be patient.
Me: I’m writing this up on my blog.
HBL: I don’t care… Wanna take a picture?