Biscuit and Jeff were in our bed one morning while I was taking a shower. I had propped pillows around Biscuit and he had fallen back asleep. So Jeff decided he'd go back to sleep, too.
As I came out of the bathroom, I saw Jeff shaking his head laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
Jeff said, "Someone woke up before I did and must've been a little bored. I woke up to the feeling of one little finger in each of my nostrils."
What's the old saying? You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose? I guess it's not true after all!
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