March 25, 2007

She’s got hormones, alright.

Swee’Pea woke up yesterday with the biggest pimple known to mankind on her cheek. And when I say big, I mean hugantic. Ginormous. Big.

It was so big it had it’s own moons orbiting around it. It was so big that on two separate occasions I mistook it for Ruben Studdard. It was so big that the paparazzi showed up thinking it was Paris Hilton’s ego.

Now if this is a sneak peek into poor little Swee’Pea’s dermatological future, we’d better start stocking up on benzoyl peroxide.

On a positive note, she woke up this morning and it has gotten quite a bit smaller. In fact, I received a notice from the International Astronomical Union saying they were downgrading her pimple and it would no longer be recognized as a planet. Well, that’s a relief.

1 Comment

  1. Poor girl. Been there, done that. Actually, Neosporin or some kind of other antibacterial ointment works really well for baby pimples (as their oil glands are not operating at teenage levels). Still, buy some stock in Clearasil. Now.

    Comment by Deanna — March 26, 2007 @ 12:33 am

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