Sometimes Juice Spills…Gina’s Favorites
by Gina Valley
This week for Throwback Day I picked my Sometimes Juice Spills post, because it makes me giggle.
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Sometimes Juice Spills
You know it’s going to be a good day when you start it off by finding a pimple the size of a can of soup sprouting out of the side of your neck.
Where does it fall on the irony scale that I found the pimple while putting on my anti-wrinkle cream?
At first I thought it was a bug bite. I was hoping it was a bug bite. But it wasn’t a bug bite.
All doubt was removed when I found his mini-me brother sprouting up from the middle of the scar on my forehead.
If there was another one on the other side of my neck and it was Halloween I could have passed it off for a neck bolt. But, just the one at this time of year leaves little option for disguise.
There is cover up. I coated it with that. Twice. It went from looking like a flare guiding aircraft landing on a carrier in the fog to more like a stubby thumb trying to hitch a ride.
A turtle neck would have covered it. Of course the 80 degree F weather around here this week would have made that less than comfortable. Plus, there’s my obsessive need to not let anything touch my neck. I hate that feeling, so I don’t even own a turtle neck.
I guess my body didn’t hear about the “nothing touches my neck” rule before it started growing my third arm there.
But, I realized that I was probably making too big a deal out of this. We all focus on our own bodily imperfections, even though most people never notice them, much less give them a second glance. So, I decided not to worry about it and headed down to breakfast.
The Professor did a double take as I sat down across from him at the breakfast table. “What the bloody ‘ell is that?” he asked, staring at my neck growth.
“I’m not sure,” I answered. “Might be a bug bite,” I suggested, hopefully.
“I don’t think so,” he said, looking intently at it.
“Does it look like a pimple?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Not exactly,” he said. “It looks more like the beginning of an alien emerging.”
Somehow his orange juice got dumped on his eggs about then.
I have no idea how that happened.
Sometimes juice spills.
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