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.
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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.)
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My eyes are observant, opinionated about things like beauty and color, like to wear green, and enjoy traveling and seeing new things.
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My hair likes to stay on top of things, doesn’t care for windy weather, and believes everyone should know more about their roots.
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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.)
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My teeth are homebodies and don’t like going out; they like to do crunches, and have taken a shine to my dentist.
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(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.)
year-struck 
You kill me! Too funny.
My nose is jealous your your nose now; she thinks that dangling running shoes from her nostrils is way-cool.
The shoes are hiding Phil Trum behind them.
Everyone’s always looking for him, and there he is, right under our noses.
That’s what my nose wears when she runs.
Wow. Two laughs in one morning. This is going to be a good day. 🙂
I’m glad it made you laugh.
They are all so beautiful in their own way. It was a hard choice, but, I choose the hair…She’s a cut above the rest..
Very clever response. My hair is flattered.
Your ears have nothing to complain about as they are clearly spoiled. Exhibit A: pretty gold earrings. I rest my case.
My ears are the only ones that wear jewelry.
If I had to pick, I would probably go with your nose. I also like your hair, your eyes, your teeth, and your ears. I can muss your hair, cover your eyes, break your teeth, and cuff your ears. I can do nothing about your sense of humor. I love it, so, the way I see..you edge out the competition by a hair, and win by a nose. Do your hear me.
I think I hear you saying you pick my nose. I thank you and my nose thanks you.
I can’t decide. But if you really wore a dangly-pair-of-running-shoes nose ring, I’d definitely pick your nose.
Thank you for picking my nose.
I hope you don’t keep your promise to maybe not write about things like Picking your Nose again. I loved it. Can’t do without you. And your thinking.
One of the things I am full of is almost-promises. You know the other things I am full of.
Nobody nose your parts better than you, so if you say it’s so, I also say *the bowsprit wins by a nose*.
So, you, too, my clever friend pick my nose. Thank you.
A very, very clever post. Got me smiling.
I like to make you smile.
Fabulous post! Excellent use of humour and personification. It has me thinking what sorts of winter activities my nose enjoys. Knitting while sitting by the fire on a snowy day…
Thank you for reading. I think my nose would enjoy sitting by the fire on a snowy day, too.
Well, I was considering picking your eyes or your teeth, but since you mentioned me regarding your nose picking post, I guess I have to pick your nose now.
Speaking of picking, I hope you will pick a post (or two or three) from year-struck to add to the favorites on my YRU Saying this page. Pick a post, please (I’m trying to bribe you with alliteration)!
Your comment and the the wonderful idea it included has allowed me to say several times today, “Thank you for picking my nose.” I can’t tell you how much that pleases me. Thank you!
You are going to make me pick a post? I thought it was your turn to pick. I thought I picked last. And picking is so hard. And I always pick the wrong thing.
I will try.
Haha…really enjoyed reading this post. What apt descriptions of each of the personalities!
I’m glad you enjoyed it.
I’m terribly sorry, eyes, ears, hair and teeth, but I still pick her nose. That is if yearstricken doesn’t mind my doing that. 🙂
Yearstricken is delighted. Thank you, techlady911.
Ya know, you put me in a quandry! Most of my life I’ve lived comfortably along side the old saying, “You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose but you can’t pick your friends nose”. Now you’re asking me to undo that?! I picked you as friend many moons ago and thus never gave your nose a second thought, or glance, or any other consideration that would require any sort of picking. I’m just too pickey for that.
So, what your saying is that you don’t pick my nose. It’s a bit disappointing, but I understand. I’ve had that pleasure from a number of other people; something I never thought I’d say.
My nose is running right now. Do you think it has a snowballs chance in H E double hockey sticks of catching up with yours?
Thank you for the laughter, it may be better medicine than the Ginger tea I’ve been taking to assist my running nose to quit the habit.
Often my nose runs because it’s trying to catch a cold.
This nose picking of yours will likely start a huge nose picking fad. Now, while I don’t pick my nose, my husband does pick his, as does my sister. I’ll have to tell them to keep picking their respective (and respectable – like yours) noses and to pick them often and publicly.
Very well said. We can pick our noses with pride.
And what, pray tell, do you pick?
I could say that I pick my seat, but that is what my husband picks! I am going to be brutally honest here and tell that I pick nothing at all.
You can write about this all you want if you stay as entertaining and clever as you are!
I tend to go overboard at times, so I shall try to move on to other things (at least for a while).