I ACCIDENTALLY ate a booger. . . and almost died!

OK, seriously. . . that's what just happened.

There I was, laying in bed reading a good book (I say a "good" book because just a few minutes ago I was reading a "school" book), enjoying my late-night alone-time. Without my husband here to remind me that it's "lights out" time and he's "not it," I have been staying up late and reading a lot these past few days. It's great! But I digress. . . back to the near-death booger experience.

So, I'm laying there, reading a book, picking my nose (Oh, come on, everybody does it!), when all of a sudden, I realized I had achieved my nose-picking purpose. Just as I was about to retreat with the "prize" in hand, my eyes fell on a funny punchline in an otherwise morose story about single life in NYC, causing me to throw my head back with laughter. You should know that even when I'm alone, I'm an all-out, open-mouthed, laugh-out-loud kind of girl. (You see where this is going, don't you?) My explosive laughter caused me to shake my "catch of the day" right off my finger, which was still close to my face. In dropped the little rascal, and at the exact same time, in went the breath for a good belly laugh. I gasped, I gagged, I choked a little bit, and I coughed something fierce as I tried to clear my own airway. It's a good thing I had been reading that school book earlier, or I might have choked to death on my own booger!

In retrospect, I am left wondering about a few things: where did that little booger go? What would I have done with him if he hadn't gone for such a wild ride on the old Upper Airway Express? And why was I so tickled by this story that I got out of bed in the middle of the night to share it with the world? Hmmm. . . many things to consider as I lay my head down - again. But first, I'm going to blow my nose!