CONFESSION

If it weren't for the "beep" from my car when I hit the lock button on my key ring, I may never find it in the Wal-Mart parking lot. I know - I should pay better attention to where I leave it parked. Barring that, thank goodness I can make it "call" me whenever I have lost it.

CAN YOU DIG IT?

I witnessed something tonight that made me shudder - - something I had hoped to never witness my husband doing. He had just gotten home from work and came into the house. I was sitting talking with him, when he reached up with the car keys he had in his hand and proceeded to scratch inside his ear with them.

He could tell I was repulsed - - I am not sure if it was the expression on my face, or the gasp I gave and then telling him " don't you ever do that in front of me again." He looked surprised at me and then said, "What? My ear itches."

I explained that seeing men pick their ear with a car key completely and totally grosses me out. (I have no doubt that there are some women who likely do it as well, though I have yet to actually see it happen - - thank goodness.) I witnessed my dad do the same ear-pick key thing for years and had to bite my tongue about how vile I considered it. However, with my husband, I felt more than obliged to let him know that what he considered an innocent scratch of his ear with the car key was utterly deplorable to me. In a word, YUCK.

Belch in front of me. Fart if you must. Just please don't stick your car keys in your ear for a quick scratch.