Just when I thought my face was finally clearing up and that I might be able to put all my special soaps and creams away, I’m starting to get clogged pores again — the first step to full-fledged breakouts. Sigh. When will this nightmare of bad skin ever end?
So now I’m back to square one as far as acne problems go, and have to start using all these pimple treatments once again. Sigh.
Ya know, I’d love to be able to reclaim all the space in my medicine chest that is currently being taken up by my tubes of cream and so forth. Why can’t my skin look like it belongs to a 34-year-old adult rather than a 14-year-old kid??
Well, I did it! I splurged on a $500 leather recliner for the living room so that I could have a nice, comfortable place to unwind while watching TV or reading a book. The only thing is, I now worry about it constantly because my 5-year-old son isn’t as careful about spills and sticky hands and so forth as adults are. He knows he’s not supposed to eat or drink while sitting in the new chair, but sometimes he’ll run his hands over it as he passes by (right after he’s eaten Cheetos, of course), or lean over it while eating a popsicle.
My good friend Kevin lives in London, but frequently comes back to the U.S. to visit his parents. Whenever he returns, he always brings me a ton of Penn State Pretzels, a brand I’ve grown to love thanks to him.