Cindra's Word Game

My homey Cin over at Cindra Jo's is playing a word game... Check it out ova there.

I like to pick my boogers in the morning. Oh, stop. You do it too, c'mon! Everyone does. Rise and shine and oh crap, you know there's one in there that needs to be pulled.

I have to say, I am a very adept booger snagger. I know that should be embarrassing, but I don't feel embarrassed! I'd be embarrassed to wear silly pennies in my silly loafers, or of painting zebra stripes on my car (which I have seen done plenty of times...). I just don't think picking your nose is that zany. It's like brushing your hair. Well, no, it's not, but still.

I knew a homeless hippie once, who couldn't pick his nose. He was so freakin damaged all the time that when he'd get ready to go for one, his finger flops all around his nozzles and never really makes it in. He was a cool, cool dude. He wrote unintelligible poetry, but he picked the most beautiful words. You could make your own stories up, as he read to you. He also collected recyclables in a shopping cart he "borrowed" from Acme.

He lived around a storm basin in my neighborhood. He made some kind of pod for himself out of some wood he picked up behind the local True Value Hardware store and a bunch of cardboard boxes. The best though, was the little firepit he'd made from taking apart the storm basin rip rap. He'd sat the discarded driver seat of an old Volvo right in front of the circle and he called it "his leathery throne." Our homeowners association wanted to kick him out of there, so we told him one night. He said that was fine with him. He didn't expect to stay forever, only for "a kinda long period of time."

Ya know, I'd have gladly brought him into our house, and my hubby would have too, except his breathing was always labored and sometimes he had a bit of a temper, maybe just a little pissiness (not that you wouldn't too if you didn't have a place to live...) Anyway, with a wee one in the abode, there was an element of alarm in considering inviting a homeless dude to live in the basement.

I guess that's what happens. Love is definitely a need the world isn't satisfying enough these days, but with our sugary little baby angel pie at the center of our world these days, some of the kindnesses my sweetie and I used to extend have been shown the door. Now that's a little embarrassing.

Hey, wasn't this about boogers?

Love ya Momma Fiona. Hope you enjoyed!