attack of the 23-year old zit!!!

So, I've had a giant zit on my cheek for about three days now.

I really thought this phase of my life was over, but apparently the zit gods above enjoy tormenting a 23 year old with a zit the size of North Dakota!

Well, I woke up on Friday with a little pain and redness on my cheeck and thought, oh, wonderful, a zit.

On Saturday, the zit had grown, became redder and was sore. Luckily, it was a lazy day so I didn't have to worry about going out in public with the small planet on my face.

Sunday it was worse. Bigger. Redder. More painful. I was annoyed at church when I would look down and could actually see the monstrosity. Thank goodness I looked so darned cute, people didn't notice it (or so my dear sweetheart tells me).

Usually they are small and easily hidden with proper makeup and strategically placed wisps of hair. But, unless I want to walk around with a whole portion of my hair plastered to the left side of my face, I was alone to fend for my 23-year-old zit.

I wake up this morning, after having iced the zit (an old trick from my days as one HUGE zit) with a freezing ice cube, the redness has dwindled, but the pain and giganticness have not.

Let me put it out in the universe that I really think this whole "zits-after-teenage-years" thing is ruthlessly unfair and I will whine and complain about it until the blemish has been so kind enough to leave my face.

Happy Monday.