How to make finger sniffing a habit.

We have this routine going every Saturday night.  We all climb into our bed and watch a little TV before bedtime.  We're trying to press the issue that we can't watch How It's Made all day, every day, so we settled on the Food Network. 

I made it sound all pretty for you but really there was a lot of screaming (by me) crying (by them) and a whole lotta complaining, haggling and general malcontent.  About thirty minutes later Alex was mumbling under his breath, "this is most certainly NOT what I had in mind" and I was murmuring, "we're a family goddammit and this is what families do." So that's how it came to be that we settled on the Food Network.   

Anyway, we get all settled in and I catch Alex out of the corner of my eye. 

Hands in his shorts, hands out of shorts, hands to nose.  Sniff, sniff. 

WTF, did I just see that?  And as if there was a cosmic answer to my question it happens again. 

I had this sudden flashback to the Saturday Night Live armpit sniffer skit.  You know, the one where Mary Catherine Gallagher stuffs her hands under either armpit and then brings them up to her nose and gets a good long whiff because she's nervous. 

Before I even knew what I was doing, I snorted and gave an ever so tiny giggle.

Crap.  Crap.  CRAP.  I did not just snort, giggle.  Please don't let him hear it, please, please, please...

He heard it.  He looks over at me and giggles as he's takes a good draw.  Then he starts laughing hysterically.

Oh no.  This is not happening.

With that little ever so tiny snort, giggle I've solidified a habit.  A horrible nasty man habit. 

Oh noooooo.

I look across to Hubs, "Now what?"  I say horrified. 

He just starts laughing. 

Laughing!?! 

He looks back to me and says, "What, don't look at me like that...you're the one who taught him..."

And that my friends is how I ended my Saturday night.
 
Laugh with me people.  Laugh with me.