Nosy
My sense of smell is not so hott. When I was in first grade I had a stuffy nose and a teacher asked me how long I had it and I replied "All my life". It seems to produce more than the fair share of congestion (the gentleman's word for 'boogers') and I routinely have to find discreet ways to relieve the congestion. It's one of life's many trials, I reckon.
But anyhow, this post isn't about nosepicking, but rather my nose's stellar performance last night. I usually can't smell the difference between various herbs and spices and flowers and shit (ok, maybe I can tell te difference between roses and doo-doo) but last night I woke up at 5am because I smelled gas. I got out of bed and went to the stove, finding that I had bumped the knobs and sure enough there was gas coming out. I was so proud and so worried that I was about to get blowed up.
I opened a couple of windows and had a hard time sleeping in the cold, but at least I was alive!
But anyhow, this post isn't about nosepicking, but rather my nose's stellar performance last night. I usually can't smell the difference between various herbs and spices and flowers and shit (ok, maybe I can tell te difference between roses and doo-doo) but last night I woke up at 5am because I smelled gas. I got out of bed and went to the stove, finding that I had bumped the knobs and sure enough there was gas coming out. I was so proud and so worried that I was about to get blowed up.
I opened a couple of windows and had a hard time sleeping in the cold, but at least I was alive!