Boogers

As I was pulling into the grocery store parking lot a couple of days ago, I looked into the rear view mirror to make sure my hair looked good and my makeup was perfect, only to see a booger sticking out of my nose. Of course, it was one of those rare times when I was totally out tissues.

I did the next best thing. I pulled that dry crusty thing right out of my nose. Whaddyado with a booger on the end of your finger and no tissue? Well, I'll tell you the decision wasn't easy. I got out of my pick up truck and flicked it (the booger that is), thnking it would land on the ground. It didn't. It found it's permanent resting spot on the hood of a brand new hunter green VW. I emphasize the word permanent because when I came out of the grocery store 45 minutes later the VW was still there along with the frozen booger.

Maybe I should have filed an accident report.

Boogered Up: A Quick Poll

I'm not too sure what happened, but I boogered up my playlist. It showed up in my blog where I didn't want it. I wanted to change the music, and...and...just messed up the whole doggone thing. Maybe I'll just forget the music. It was starting to get on my nerves. If it was getting on my nerves, it was probably getting on everybody else's. I'm taking a quick poll: Should I keep the music or not?

Hopefully this will be fixed soon 'cause I feel like throwing horse pucky at something.