The Nose Knows
Why haven’t I updated or responded to your e-mail? Well, I’ve blown it. Too often. My nose is being such a drip and wants to run off with another girl. I’ve smothered it so much that he’s feeling a bit chapped in the hide. “You’re only running to spite me,” I said, simply unable to imagine my dear sweet nose absent from my familiar face. “You know you love it when I blow you.” He grew an angry red. “No,…