Sniffle

When I asked my 12-year-old cousin what she thought about the nose, she asked if she could be gross.  I have a feeling that this is going to be a little harder than I thought.  The nose knows.  Ugh.  Pun intended.  Sure, I replied.  Whatever you think about the nose.  Go for it.

Examine your nose, I told her.

“When I think of a nose, I think of boogers and that they are weird.”  Crap.  How do I work with that?  She also said that noses smell things.  Well, that’s true.  Now what?

I guess you work with what you’ve got.  And that’s all I got.

So, I’m looking up boogers today.

I know that they serve a purpose, otherwise, why would we have them?  According to kidshealth.org, your nose and sinuses make about a quart of boogers—also known as snot, properly known as mucus—every day.  Holy cow.  But fear not, this snot serves a good purpose.  The gunk in your nose captures dust and other particles that could otherwise make it to your lungs and cause irritation or infection.  They do have a purpose!

I’m not going to delve into any more details.  Click the link below if you’re curious.  I dare you.  It’s actually quite interesting.

Now, blow that snot out of your nose and go smell something.  Use your other nasal function!

I really enjoy the smell of breakfast wafting up the stairs in my parents’ house.  There is something about the way the scent is warm, just like the pancakes or French toast that produce the lovely aroma.  I wake up and am drawn to the top of the stairs.  They are hundred-year-old wooden stairs with a straight banister and a turn at the bottom.  I love them and have only fallen down them a few times in my life.

So, as the breakfast wafts, I wander down, take the corner, and go to the kitchen.  Here, the golden light from the sun shines in from the east window and makes the kitchen glow with warmth.  By the time I’ve gotten up, the table has been set, the pancakes have been piled in a mound on a pan, and are sitting in the middle of the table.  Mmmm.  Mom bustles around taking care of finishing touches and I follow my feet to an open chair where the sent of fresh bacon is the strongest, breathe a contented sigh.

What’s your favorite smell?

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