Kat asked: What do you remember most about your childhood bedroom?
I distinctly remember growing up in a bedroom with my sisters. For a while I was sharing a room with my older sister, but once she hit, what, 10 years old? She was moved into her own room and I was stuck sharing a room with my younger sister.
We always had a bunk-bed. I was on the top, and my sister was underneath. I loved that bed. But do you know what I didn't love? Boogers.
For real. Boogers. I used to pick my nose as a kid. A lot. In fact, I still do. But the difference now is that I wash my hands A LOT. Not just after picking my nose, but after playing with the dog, touching anything public (doors, public restrooms are the worst!), and pretty much after touching anything outside. (Sidenote: I've always said that having a kid will either make or break my "OCD" habit. I think it's the former..)
Back to the boogers. I was a kid, maybe 8 or 9 years old and picked my nose a lot. Gross enough as it is, right? Right. Well I didn't eat those boogers. Gross! But I never had a napkin, tissue, or towel nearby so I needed to find something, or someWHERE to put them. You know what I chose? The wall.
Yep, the wall. I had a booger wall. It was conveniently located right behind the panel of the top bunk bed so nobody saw it, but I knew it was there. And it always seemed like when I laid in bed at night I had a nose full of boogers. I wasn't smart enough to clean the ol' nose out before laying down in bed. So the wall it was.
But do you know what happened? We rearranged the bedroom furniture. Yep, the bed moved. And my mom saw it. She freaked out. And do you know what I did?
Blame it on my best friend, of course! I mean, she ALWAYS spent the night and we shared a bed. And I couldn't blame it on my younger sister because she never slept up there. So it made sense, right? Totally.
Well that plan backfired when my mom decided to march right on down to a function going on in town to find my friend and confront her. (Unfortunately, I was a kid and didn't think my mom knew I was lying. She's smarter than I thought!) So when we confronted my friend, her mother was also present. She denied it and then the blame was back on me. I think I was in tears at the point. And that's because I was grounded.
Grounded for covering the wall with boogers. Oh yes. Great memory, right?
Oh yeah. Charlene, if you read my blog: I'm sorry for blaming that shit on you. I don't think I ever apologized when I was a kid. hahaha.