When I was younger my nose was hyper sensitive to any and all smells. It was like being punished for leaving the house when exposed to all the smells Baltimore had to offer my lame nostrills. For instance old ladys’ who have worn their scent so long they are immune to it, and therefore spray on too much. That could make me sick to my stomach and ruin a day out. And, then there is always the cigarette arm hanging out the car window, because they don’t smoke in their car. hmmm.

I must confess I enjoy growing into my womenhood and one of the blessings is my nose is conking out. My life is pure bliss not to smell another’s body odor, nor feet stinch. I cannot even smell when my baby has a bowel movement. It is the small thing in life, especialy when it comes to scents.