Noses

I have always hated my nose. It is the one thing-or more like one of the things-that I hate about my body. My aunt used to tell me-and maybe this is where my complex comes from-that my mom used to talk about getting me a nose job when I was younger (my mom tells me that this is a lie, bless her heart). Bas I have realised in the past three days how important this nose is to my life.
I am currently suffering under the effects of the notorious summer cold-am in Saudi, its hot, fa its summer-I hate summer colds more then winter colds, in winter one expects to have the flu, fa it doesn't really feel like its something unnatural, but in summer one wants to swim, go out, sit in the hot sun and drink beer. THEN the cold arrives and you are stuck inside...or even worse you go out bas are unable to enjoy anything.
SOOO to go back to my original point, my nose. Since I can no longer smell anything, I no longer enjoy stuff that I used to LOVE...such as, chocolate cake...I ate it just before I got my flu and thought it was the best thing ever-from the Cheesecake Factory-bas then I got it the day of my flu-my aunt wanted to make me feel better-and it just tasted like sandpaper-not that I have ever tasted that bas you get my drift-then we went to Bahrain, and I had a beer-Mexican-and nada...didn't enjoy it...so have decided after long consideration, while lying on the couch with nothing to do and nothing to watch, that I love my nose, everything about.