Please pick my nose

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Once you mention that something is your favorite or use a superlative like “best,” you’re headed for trouble. Hard feelings follow; your furniture gets upset or your facial features get up in your face.

I should know; both of these things have happened to me. A few months ago, I wrote an ode to my dresser. It holds a special place in my heart because it stands by me through the night, holding up the mirror while it reflects on the day, and discretely hiding my unmentionables. After that, both the chest of drawers and the nightstand got upset, and even the bed seemed hard to sleep with.

Yesterday I wrote about my nose and said that if I had to choose a best feature, I would pick it. I got grief about it all day: my eyes cried, my hair stood straight up and wouldn’t settle down, my teeth bit the inside of my mouth, and my ears (which I had failed to mention) refused to listen to my explanation about why I didn’t write about them.

In order to appease them, I decided to let them speak for themselves and ask the readers of the blog to pick.  I hope after this, I can convince them to settle down. Here are their pictures with their comments, appearing in alphabetical order that has nothing to do with any type of preference on the part of any person, living or dead.

✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

My ears are good listeners, like jewelry, and along with my hips believe you should keep growing all of your life. (Please excuse the absence of the left ear; she’s camera shy.)

✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

My eyes are observant, opinionated about things like beauty and color, like to wear green, and enjoy traveling and seeing new things.

✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

My hair likes to stay on top of things, doesn’t care for windy weather, and believes everyone should know more about their roots.

✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

My nose has an excellent memory, likes being in the center of things, and enjoys running in the winter. (She wanted to show you her running shoes.)

✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

My teeth are homebodies and don’t like going out; they like to do crunches, and have taken a shine to my dentist.

         ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤ ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤  ✤

(Note to reader: This second post about nose-picking is not my fault. My blog friend worrywarts {click here to meet her} misread yesterday’s title, made a comment about it, and planted an idea in my head. You can register your complaints on her blog. I almost promise not to write about things like this again.)