The worst thing about my head cold isn’t that hazy feeling. It isn’t that the stuffed up congestion.  Nope, not those, but rather the absence of smell.  You see, recently I received a complement.  A complement so wonderful and life altering that my lack of smell is truly tragic.  I was told that I smell good.  Yep, that’s right.  Me.  I smell good.  While I credit the vast selection of “Old Spice” deodorant at the grocery store for this newly acquired attribute, it was still me that purchased and applied the product.  As a result, I deserve some of the credit.  Yep, I smell good, now if only I could verify it with my own two nostrils, life would be good.  Oh well, I will hold high the complement and hold it high with confidence, because I smell good (independently verified).