In the hands of an angry zit!

I have recovered enough from the evil zit that haunted all my pictures at my husband's brother's wedding to talk about it. While driving up to Alabama, a huge zit appeared on my nose that defied description. The only thing that I can say is that in every teen angst movie there is that sad nerd with the hugest, juiciest, most repulsive zit on their nose...well, that person was me. I tried to hide it with makeup but my husband noticed it right off the bat and gave it a name, Beatrice. Thanks, hon. It is so true when they say naming something gives it power because she wouldn't go away. I dread seeing any photos of myself because it was bad, I mean BAD. I am doing so much better now and glad that it's over with but next time I won't get so stressed and I am definitely going for that facial Notta recommended.