*lean against bathroom counter to get a closer look*
*sit on bathroom counter to get an even closer look*
What the hell is on the side of my face???
*move hand up and down the side of my face*
*run downstairs to find Clint in the "man cave"*
Me: Clint! What the hell is all over the side of my face?
*leaning very close to Clint*
*Clint pushes me back some*
Clint: No idea. You are way to close for me to see anything ... except maybe smell your hair.
Me: See!!! THIS!!!
*moving finger in circular motion around entire head*
Clint: What am I looking for exactly?
Me: See!!! All these tiny bumps that are on one side of my forehead.
*pointing frantically at forehead*
Me: AND these bumps!!!
*pointing towards my cheek*
Me: AND THESE!!!
*pointing finger frantically all over my neck*
*Clint squinting to see because it is so darn dark down in the man cave*
Eythen: All I see is that big dot right there.
*Eythen pointing at the center of his cheek*
Me: That is a ZIT! But thanks a million for pointing out the huge mountatin on my face.
Clint: OH!!! I do see all the bumps. Good news is though ... people will most likely see that zit ... and not the bumps on your face.
*flashing Clint a dirty look*
*Clint not even noticing that I flash him a dirty look because it is so darn dark down in the "man cave"
Me: The only thing I have done different is take those darn cinnamon pills at my Mom's house. I have got to be allergic to them.
Clint: How many did you take?
Me: 4 ... errr ... maybe 5???
Clint: How many are you suspose to take?
Me: 1 ... errr ... maybe 2? No ... I think it is 3! Yeah ... well ... maybe? I don't know!
Clint: Move babe. You are blocking the projector and this is a big game.
*giving Clint a F-U look*
Clint: Take a Benadryl. See if that helps.
*all the while ... Clint is staring at the projector screen*
flash forward to the next morning ...
*go to bathroom mirror and scan my face to see if the bumps spread everywhere else*
*damn zit is still there*
*debate with myself on if the bumps are not as red and noticable*
*spot Clint walking down the hallway*
*leap out of the bathroom to get his opinion on the status of my stupid cinnamon allergic reaction*
Me: HEY!
*Clint flashes me a look as if to say ... I am pretty sure my wife is on drugs because she is leaping out of the bathroom at a really quick pace while trying to tackle my down the hallway*
Clint: Huh?
Me: It looks better! Right?
*pointing finger around the spotted area on my forehead, cheek and neck*
Clint: OH!!! Yeah ... that looks bad.
Me: I thought it looked better?!?!?!
*Clint flashing a look as if to say ... I really hope you are not going out looking like that with me today*
Eythen: I still see your zit if that helps at all Mom.
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