Bad timing
The fates have conspired against me. Yesterday morning I made an appointment for Monday to have a facial with a gift certificate Dave got me in October for my birthday. By last night I had a raging zot on my chin. This morning some guy climbed it, declared himself King of the mountain, then rappelled down the other side. So now I get to go have a facial with a huge blemish on my chin and I swear I wish I were a better person than this but I have half a mind to cancel and go later in the week. Is that incredibly shallow of me?
Comments
Easy solution - go twice!
Posted by: David | January 6, 2008 09:15 PM
Maybe they'll bust it for you!
Posted by: Mel | January 6, 2008 09:48 PM
Sorry. Ew.
They'll probably give you some kind of purifying treatment mask thingy and it will go away all the sooner.
Posted by: Mel | January 6, 2008 09:49 PM
It's not bustable. In fact, if they try to it'll just make it that much worse. Also, I don't want to have this conversation with the woman doing the facial. Somehow it's fine to have it publicly on the internet, but pointing it out to some woman I've never met and then talking about it: strictly forboden.
Yes it's official: I'm insane.
Posted by: Jenn | January 6, 2008 10:29 PM
I blame the guac. mmmmm guac.
Posted by: David | January 6, 2008 11:13 PM