Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Woe is me

I have a zit brewing inside my nose. Is there anything worse? Oh sure, I know, there's war and famine and pestilence. I'm talking AFTER those.

12 comments:

freakgirl said...

Ugh. There really is nothing worse. Ouch. But at least it's out of sight.

Michael said...

Yes, it's tragic enough without being visible.

I'm taking some consolation in knowing that following Friday's pedi, my feet are kinda fabulous.

freakgirl said...

Mine are not fit for human eyes.

Michael said...

Shame on you! Next time I visit, we're doing a spa day.

The Other Andrew said...

Don't get me started about the feets.

Oh, good news, Peter Jackson has the green light to produce The Hobbit so I might yet get a role as an extra!

Michael said...

He did? I was just thinking about that a few days ago...how they were insane if they tried to hire anyone else to direct that. Oooh, I'm excited.

And, yes, I seem to recall your feet are not for the faint of heart. What am I going to do with you people?

The Other Andrew said...

He's exec producing, not directing this time. Still, it's something.

My feet, well a pedi could only do so much. You can't fight genetics.

Michael said...

Well, your face is already the money shot, so....

freakgirl said...

Oh, you two, get a room. ;)

The Other Andrew said...

Awww, you say the sweetest things. And your timing is perfect! You always seem to get me on a blah day, and do a bit of spirits lifting.

Michael said...

Calls 'em as I sees 'em, bubbelah.

Ur-spo said...

don't pick it or the bacteria will get into the venous drainage of your brain and cause a tumor and your head will explode which is apt punishment for zitpickers.