Wednesday, June 16, 2010

One Person's Trash is Another's Treasure

Today Lola had a huge, nostril blocking booger. It was slowly driving me insane so I picked her nose--much to her dismay. She was mad at me so when I was done I showed her the fruit of my labor to prove I was doing something useful to her existence. She quickly plucked the booger off my finger and attempted to put the booger back in her nose, all the while saying "my booger."


  1. I can completely sympathize with Lola. Last time someone picked my nose I also felt a loss.