#4

#4,  You adore the Captain.  

You like to kiss him and pick his nose.  Check out the concentration in this first photo.  You were really putting in an effort into the gold digging.  This brings me back to the first two years I was married.  

Your dad worked on cars then too.  Unfortunately,  they were not high tech like BMWs now; there was a lot of oil and grease involved back then.  The Captain would pick his nose at night when we were laying in bed talking.  I would start to hear strange noises.  Turns out due to the dirt/grease/oil his boogers turned into a rubbery substance.  Oh, did I mention that they were also black.  

In summary,  they were large, black, rubbery booger balls.  I would have to vacuum (yes I can spell that word)  everyday to clean up all of the hard mucus.