I already did high school, if you are the one in charge. I already had to deal with monster zits on special occasions. I’m old now. I rarely get a chance to dress up. Mike and I are going to a wedding on Saturday. I have an awesome dress, kick-ass shoes and yet, somehow, I have a monster zit dead-center on my cheek. I’m not talking about a spot or a blemish or a pimple, I’m talking about a Saturday Night Live skit-zit. Every time I pass the boys’ bathroom, I dab on a blob of oxy 10. Now I have a dry flaky zit. And, just this past minute, I walked by the boys’ bathroom, blobbed on some stuff and realized I have just treated my monster zit with athlete’s foot cream. Oh yeah, I’m going to be looking hot on Saturday.
Whoever is in charge of this – FIX IT! (Please.)