Is Your Nose Supposed to Crunch?

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Something folks whose only contact with large animals is Disney often don't understand is that large animals can and will hurt you.
Sometimes in horribly, final ways.
Sometimes in ways that are painful as heck, but not serious and only make people point and laugh at you.

Yesterday Alan went to a Yankees game with his big brother and family and friends (ask him what he was doing when their moment of fame with the TV cameras came...he's a guy is all I can say). He was home in time for most of milking and of course he was regaling us with tales of his great day.

Just as I was putting the milking machine on Becky's show cow Lemonade he was telling me about a particularly dramatic home run.
I looked up at him.

Wham! Lemmie nailed me square in the nose with a swing of her long, hard tail. A cow's tail has a lot in common with a baseball bat. It is hard as heck, swings in an arc, and has an amazing lot of force behind it. I hopped out of that stall holding my nose and hurtin' for certain.

When I took my hands off my face Alan said, "Mom, I think it's broken. Your nose normally looks exactly like mine and it doesn't now."

Great. I was the only one of the four of us still at home who never got their nose broken by a cow. I was not thrilled to join the majority. At least it was only the tip involved. Liz has had the top of her nose broken by flailing tails more than once and the boss's is a bit bent by too many baseball games as a catcher. Guess a cow got Alan worse then me too.

Still, I hated the thought of going through life with the end of my nose flattened. Call it foolish vanity for someone my age, but I liked my nose the way it was.......before.

Anyhow I went out in the milkhouse, took a hold of the end of the poor thing and pinched.
Crunch. Things snap, crackle popped and when I went back out for inspection everyone agreed that my nose looked like it is supposed to again. It's kinda tender this morning but I am grateful to recognize myself in the mirror. Dang Lemmie anyhow.