I had a random thought this morning, as I was lying in bed, desperate to go back to sleep after my husband’s alarm went off and he serenaded me with a marathon of other, not so pleasant noises.

Why is it that my boy, who’s all about guns and shooting and pirates and legos right now, will barely let me wipe the crust out of his nose and only blows it when I tell him to, let alone pick it, but the girls, my dainty, feminine little princesses, are master booger miners? They have no qualms about it…if it’s there, they’ll be getting it out.

No, I don’t have pictures. Trust me on this one.

In other news, this weekend is our regional rally for the jewelers! I’m looking forward to it. Not only do I get to spend the night in a hotel and converse with lots of other jewelers, many of whom have become friends that I hardly ever get to see, but we will also be treated to the unveiling of the spring/summer jewelry collection. It’s one of the best parts of being a jeweler, these new collection introductions that only happen three times a year, especially when I’ve earned some free jewelry certificates in the past couple of months. I’ll be poring over that new catalog tomorrow night, rest assured. And then I get to unveil those pieces that I’ve picked, and the catalog, to my good friends, family, and neighbors next weekend at my own jewelry show. Very exciting stuff!

But not quite as exciting as thinking about boogers at 5:30 in the morning.