Ok, last night I posted that my skin was acting up. I managed to get everything pretty much covered for the big Easter Sunday events at church, which included shameless flirting with the pastors son and shooting him the look of death when he said he'd name his son Tupac (long story, a friend's sister named her new son John Michael after John Michael Montgomery), and then after church our neighbors had this big Easter feast. So we went over to their house and ate and watched 3 movies...I slept through 2 of them. I get home and settle in to watch The Tudors on Showtime and my hand brushed across my chin and I see that I have 4, 1,2,3, FOUR monsterous zits on my chin! The really painful kind. I wanna cry when I accidently touch them.
I've had my chin packed in ice since I got home at 8:30 and I can't say that they've gone down any.....
*cries* What am I gonna do!?
I have to go to the Chiropractor tomorrow and it would help if he wasn't gorgeous! Oh well...I guess I'll just pile on the makeup and hope that God had pity on me.
*cries more*
I've had my chin packed in ice since I got home at 8:30 and I can't say that they've gone down any.....
*cries* What am I gonna do!?
I have to go to the Chiropractor tomorrow and it would help if he wasn't gorgeous! Oh well...I guess I'll just pile on the makeup and hope that God had pity on me.
*cries more*