What is this? Effing middle school? I wake up with a large and very crimson zit right on the tip of my nose. A zit marring the otherwise young and glowing complexion of the wiener mom. I remember a similar event taking place many moons ago when I was 13. I remember studying my Rudolphesque reflection in a mirror for what could have been hours, wondering how my life would go on. It did, obviously.
Not 13 anymore, hello skin! What's this all about? A revolt against the excessively consumed cookie dough? A protest in support of the frequently forgotten nightly beauty regimen? I choose to blame the wieners.
big, ugly, flaming zit = stress
stress = wieners
how much simpler could it be.
I've gotta go spend hours examining my nose now; probably with the aid of some wieners asking one of two questions:
"Mommy, why do you look like Rudolph?"
"Mommy, how did you get chicken pox on your nose?"
just shut up all of you.
Listening... what?
14 years ago
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