Does your husband do weird things to you?
Okay, that was a weird sentence. Let me try again.
Do you and your husband have bizarre little games you play? (Is it bad that I always win our farting competitions?) Grahm and I like to try our snozzes at a family friendly game of nose rape (a lovely name, yes?).
My husband, God love him, was blessed with some mammoth nostrils. Honkers, man. I swear you could fit an entire third-world country up in those badmamajammas. (That's where Osama should have camped out. Probably would have ended better for him.) Don't worry, Grahm doesn't look like a gorilla (unless you're a strange duck and think gorillas are stinkin' adorable). His nose isn't exactly giving me a bird's eye view on his brain. When he flares them (a task I've never been able to have, I always just look really confused), however, look out.
Because of this, he likes to try to put my nose in his nose. (Are you judging us yet?)
Sometimes we'll be sitting on the couch, my head is oh so innocently on his chest... and before I know it, he's trying to force my nose up his giant honker.
It's disgusting, yes.
But somehow hilarious? I always lose.