So after I published that bit about dry vag symptoms, I developed the worst cold sore I have ever had in my whole life. It looks like someone extinguished a cigarette on my face. I don’t think this is a coincidence, I think the olds are getting back at me. It was particularly uncomfortable last week when I had to travel to a beautiful resort near the Canadian border for an important conference and I could tell that people didn’t want to look at me and my facial deformity. It just reminded me of that South Park episode with the woman who had a lazy eye that bobbed around in her eye socket. You had to look at her and not be rude when her pupil floated from side to side.
(tangent: wow, how far this blog has fallen. I remember quoting Dickens and Carroll in 2004, and now, South Park references. Stay tuned for drinking game strategies and fart jokes!)
My original costume was a French maid, but with my face suffering leprosy, the only other option I had was to go as a harem girl. I thought I could be part of Colonel Sanders’ harem, but then I found out that KFC didn’t even offer one. Denied! So I swiped a surgical mask and went as SARS.
Nathan was a pumpkin this year, the only costume that I could find that did not need a mask or a head piece. He absolutely hated this getup.
Here he is pointing me out to CPS.
Poor kid, with his pumpkin vest and leper for a mom. I’m surprised he could even muster up that smile with those tears streaming down.
How was your Halloween weekend?