I think my nose is middle-aged? It's a perfectly bland nose; nothing to remark on about it.

I, unfortunately, have my grandma's "potato nose," which is what she called hers. It starts out straight, but ends up in a big round bulb at the bottom. The only good thing is that when the nosepiece of my glasses slides down my nose, it stops where the bulb juts out, so my glasses never fall off my face. I wish I had my sister's very straight nose, but no such luck.

Noses are one of the things that keep growing your whole life, right? Noses, chins, and ears, I want to say, can keep adding cartilage forever.

I know that ears change, and I suspected that noses did, too, but I thought that chins stopped growing at some point.

My sister has told me that she wishes she had my lips (which she used to mock all throughout our childhood), which I will say is probably my favorite facial feature, that and my eye color (olive green).

I've been told by various people that I have a cute nose. I don't know , it just looks like a nose to me. And it doesn't work as well as I'd like.

My nose is my favorite facial feature.

My nose has kept up in size with my face, but I seriously don't think it has changed shape since I stopped being a baby, if that. Having been focussed on drawing likenesses recently I've been obsessing about getting noses right especially. I was doing a deaged pic, so I looked at a teen pic of the subject and it wasn't the same nose. I felt betrayed. Also, adrift. Okay, exaggeration. But drawing kid me is easy. Once I stopped looking like Mao, I started looking exactly like me. My sister even moreso-she's looked almost exactly the same since she was 14. She used to look old for her age, and now she looks young. Me, I just lag.

Unrelatedly, where did all this music on my iPod come from? Jack Palance? Ja Rule?

My nose is as lopsided as the rest of my face. I do one of those mirroring things with half my face and it freaks everybody out. Normal for me is looking like they pulled one side from one rack and the other side from a rack a size or two smaller.

No lemon. I've always hated lemon in my ice water. I'll send it back, and don't take the lemon off the rim and bring it back to me, I can smell the oil on the rim. The no lemon thing extends to tea, as well. Hot tea, green, white, or black, just tea. Herbal, a little honey. Occasionally I'll do strong black with milk and honey, but only when I'm feeling the need for cossetting.

Holli, this is exciting, but I'll bet you'd be very very good at it. Good luck!

Oh my gravy, y'all, I was right at the point of fish or cut bait with the report I'm working on and then I figured out where the last bit was off. THANK DOG!

Now to move on to Stage Two and see if I can finish off this mother. And somewhere in the middle of that, I have to go to rehearsal (even though I'm not playing this week because they changed the date from Saturday to Sunday) and help them audition vocalists. And clean the house. And pack. OMG.

My nose is bigger than ideal (especially when paired with an underperforming chin), but I'm nowhere near vain enough to actually undergo surgery to improve it. Plus, my best angle is the one I see in the mirror, which cuts down on self consciousness as long as I avoid being photographed in profile.