TGIT
I had the same exhausting, frustrating, repetitive conversation yesterday with two different people, back-to-back.
The giant pimple on my chin is celebrating its one-month birthday. Complete with party hats.
I got a glimpse of my half-naked self in the Not Good mirror.
Guess where a mosquito bit me last night? Just GUESS. It must have been a vengeful mosquito who was upset about yesterday's post. And a pervert.
The giant pimple on my chin is celebrating its one-month birthday. Complete with party hats.
I got a glimpse of my half-naked self in the Not Good mirror.
Guess where a mosquito bit me last night? Just GUESS. It must have been a vengeful mosquito who was upset about yesterday's post. And a pervert.
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7 Comments:
I feel for you, Arabella. Mosquitos are the bane of my existence. Unless I go outside in a full biohazard suit, those nasty little buggers locate another scrumptious portion of my body to bite approximately every fifteen seconds. If I'm wearing long sleeves & pants, they'll attack my ears! The only thing that helps is to immediately go inside and soak in a tub of hot water for at least 20 minutes (which is not necessarily a bad thing unless I've got a lot to do...).
The sad thing is when the pimple finally vacates the premises after squatting there for weeks and a mark remains ad infinitum.
This is something new to me in midlife: It's not a scar, it's a hyper-pigmentation spot almost like a freckle that will not go away. Ever. Ever. As if wrinkles and rings around my neck weren't enough crap to deal with, for reasons unknown, some otherwise normal looking zits permanently vandalize my face.
And Arabella, um, don't scratch THAT mosquito bite in public. : )
Yeah. Thank god it's Thursday. Because then it's only one more day until Friday. Sweet, sweet Friday.
I catch glimpses of my half-naked self in the Not Good mirror all the time. And when I don't, Julia's quick to poke me in the belly and tell me it feels "like squishy."
The mosquito bite? YUCK. That just...sucks.
What I want to know is HOW did the mosquito have access to that? Hmmm? ;)
Cheers to tomorrow being FRIDAY!
So are you telling the hubs that you have an itch THAT MUST BE SCRATCHED! Woman have needs ya know.
I don't know if even trusty old Vagisil will get you out of that mosquito-bite jam. ;)
And I totally have one of those pumples, but mine has been there waaaaay longer than a month. Now I'm worried that it's cancer. Yay!
Oh my god. It's not like you can absentmindedly scratch THAT bite.
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