Setting: Watching TV last night. A commercial for some anti-aging miracle face cream comes on. It's the one with Diane Keaton, whom I love, by the way.
Maggie: Wow, mom, you should try that stuff for your face.
Me: Oh yeah? Why?
Maggie: Because then you wouldn't get all those moles on your face.
Me: Really? What moles?
Maggie: You know, pointing all over her face, The ones right here and here and here and here, and everywhere.
Me: Oh, you mean zits.
Maggie: Yeah, zits. Long dramatic pause. Mom?
Maggie: Will I get lots of zits when I'm a mom, too?
Me: Nope. You'll always have perfect skin. Sigh.
I guess this is where I 'splain 'bout my face. I'm stressed. Waaayyy stressed. And we all know what comes along with stress. Zits. And then I eat crap like Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, and Noma's home made awesome chocolate chip cookies, and drink too much Diet Pepsi. And I wonder why I have zits? Maybe I should get some of that magic face cream.