During dinner I noticed Amanda studying my face ...
Me: What?
Amanda: There's a bump on the side of your mouth and there's a hair growing out of it.
Me: Oh, yeah. I try to pull those out, but sometimes I miss 'em.
Amanda: What is that bump anyway?
Me: It's like a mole (but with a blond {almost invisible} hair growing out of it! Am I like officially old and icky, or what?!)
Amanda: That's not a mole. It looks like a pimple.
Boy, this just gets better and better! My self-esteem was through the ROOF by this time.
Me: I assure you it is NOT a pimple.
Right about then, Henry offers me some tweezers to pluck the {apparently} offensive hair.
After pulling it out {yes, at the dinner table, because I'm classy like that}...
Amanda: Could you pull that bump off with the tweezers too?
Me: Uh, NO!?
Seriously?! What's next? Asking if I can suck my fat out with a straw?
Me: What?
Amanda: There's a bump on the side of your mouth and there's a hair growing out of it.
Me: Oh, yeah. I try to pull those out, but sometimes I miss 'em.
Amanda: What is that bump anyway?
Me: It's like a mole (but with a blond {almost invisible} hair growing out of it! Am I like officially old and icky, or what?!)
Amanda: That's not a mole. It looks like a pimple.
Boy, this just gets better and better! My self-esteem was through the ROOF by this time.
Me: I assure you it is NOT a pimple.
Right about then, Henry offers me some tweezers to pluck the {apparently} offensive hair.
After pulling it out {yes, at the dinner table, because I'm classy like that}...
Amanda: Could you pull that bump off with the tweezers too?
Me: Uh, NO!?
Seriously?! What's next? Asking if I can suck my fat out with a straw?
Totally feeling your pain. Poor Tami. :(
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