To the three men who read this blog:
My brother (who doesn't count because he has to listen to me anyway)
The English Bee (who may or may not read this post)
This may be too girly of a topic for the three of you mentioned above. That's all I am going to say. You had your fair warning.
Remember back in the day when you were in the 6th grade and you started getting acne? Remember the creams and the medications and the home remedies? And remember how the older you got, the more creative those home remedies became? And finally, remember when at last you reached adulthood and you no longer had to worry about such trivial things as acne? What a happy time!
What I'm wondering is if I missed that part in the 'maturation program' where they tell you that once you're well into your thirties you will again feel like you're in the 6th grade. Did any of you hear that?
Good grief!!! It's like I woke up one day about 6 months ago and my face said "Welcome back to the 6th grade. You'll like it here." My mom heard about a new home remedy: Milk of Magnesia - you put it on your face like lotion. I bought stock in the company. I found my own home remedy that I think actually works: a little dab of Neosporin and some white tape...you know that medical tape that doctors use with gauze? Nearly every night I have white tape somewhere on my face. It's feminine, dainty, and appealing for sure.
So today I was telling my cousin about my home remedy, and the more I talked to him the more he looked worried. My cousin calls me Prima, which is cousin in Spanish, and so he interrupted me and said, "Prima! That's not good!" Go ahead and ask, what's not good? "You're not supposed to put Neosporin on your face. It causes brain cancer." And my dear cousin really believes that.
It's a toss up, brain cancer or spending the rest of my life in the sixth grade.