I thought acne was supposed to go away after your pubescent years. NOT! I wake up this morning, walk to the mirror and I have a big, shiny, red pimple on my second chin, yes I have two chins get over it so every time I smile and my chins begin to fold like a pack of hot dogs it’s right there staring back at me. Ohhh and it’s not the kind you can slather with make up, it’s the kind you commit suicide over skipped school for so the cool boy wouldn’t see it. Come on.. really god? Oh I get it this is your sense of humor.. NOT LAUGHING (well maybe a little). So for the next day or two I’ll be the girl, incognito at the grocery store with the hat, scarf and glasses.