Leak at the Beak

Another post about bodily fluids Uncle Willie?

Yes Timmy.

You are really getting far out there Uncle Willie.

Wipe your nose and shut up Timmy.

Why, when I blow my nose do I always look into the tissue after. What am I looking for, I don't know. Maybe some loose change or something I had lost.

Oh there's that missing hotel piece from my old Monopoly game.

Now I know where that "I Love the Monkeys" button disappeared too.

Maybe I am looking for the meaning of life in there. Or maybe, one time, I am hoping that I will find that my nose gold has formed a perfect image of the Virgin Mary and that people will come from all over the world to see the wonder in my tissue. And then by gazing at it, the sick will be cured and there would be a movement for world peace. But that's just crazy talk, I think.

I remember when I was just a wee lad my grandfather, told me that, the stuff in your handkerchief was what was keeping my head from collapsing.


I think that might be the case. But I still don't know why I have to check every time I blow my nose. I guess it will be just one of life's little mysteries.

And a big tip-o-the hat to Grandpa for scaring me into not blowing my nose for over 10 years.