So it's summer and enjoying Southern California's sunshine. Dressed to impress in my maxi dress and strutting around town with my lovely aka jumbo. My 7 year old shrieks.... Ewwww.... I shriek back.....ewwww what? She cries, "You look diseased mommy... Your shoulder looks so gross. You have a disease." I look over my shoulder and notice the chain marks embedded deep and all over my skin. I laugh it out. " It's the price I pay for my bag." I said. She responds "Only crazy people pay money to get that disease" I reply "yes hon, and there's no cure to it"