I was driving back home today from my first alone shopping trip with my two month old when I suddenly began thinking about pain. Why, I'm not sure, but I did. I was thinking of how high a pain tolerance I have. I have had pretty much every known dental procedure EVER, surgery , tattoos, piercings and most recently I had a child via c-section and handled my recovery without any pain medication. I'm pretty darn proud of myself. However, as I was on that last thought, I caught a glimpse of the humongous pimples I have under my chin and fear crept in. You see, my husband is a popper. Yes, he cannot stand any type of pimple or boil and he will go to town with those fuckers if you let him. Since I am not a popper I figure I'll let him do it. Why deny him one of the simple pleasure of life?

Back to what I was saying...fear. It crept in. As I mentioned above I have a pretty high pain tolerance, EXCEPT WHEN IT COMES TO PIMPLE POPPING! Goodness, gracious. The pain. The misery. A root canal feels sweeter than the pop of a pimple. Three, even.



So my thought for today is: How in the world can a pimple cause me so much pain? Proactive, you best work your magic, or ELSE!