I was sitting in my car this morning watching a lady pick her nose. Ok, this happens sometimes. You think that no one can see you in your car so you do things that you wouldn't normally do in public. But, the thing is, this lady was in the passenger seat, talking to her husband. Now, there are certain things that I'm more comfortable doing in front of my husband that I wasn't before. But, I really hope that neither of us gets to the point where we feel comfortable enough to dig around in our noses while talking to each other. If I ever have to ask the question "So, find anything good in there?", I think that would be it. The next step would be moving the toilet into the living room.
At least we wouldn't miss any TV.