My list of talents is growing...literally.

        This morning I woke up, stirred and sat up to greet Grant who was already up and at ‘em, ready to get into the shower. He was getting into his drawers to get clothes out to wear today and he came around to my side of the bed and bent down to kiss me.

“Aww, honey, did you burn your nose?”

“No…Oh, I could tell last night I was getting a zit though. Is it bad?”

“No, it looks like you might have a long blister on your nose.”

           I got up to go look at it and Grant wasn’t lying. It did, in fact, look like a long blister on my nose. Somehow, a quarter inch long zit formed down my nose. It wasn’t wide. Just long and weird. Like the length of a staple (I'm at my office and struggling for visuals, here.) and only a millimeter wide. How does that even happen? I’m not claiming that I’d be any happier with a giant, round zit, but, what’s with the one that looks like an inch worm is inhabiting my most protruding facial feature?

         What a funny way to start the day!  By the way, thanks for not being grossed out at me, Honey, even though I have a new-found talent of growing oddly shaped zits.