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    Thursday, July 17, 2008

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    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?

    Me: What?

    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.