I almost didn't go to the grocery store today, because the huge blemish on my face, and its large friend, were striking a chord of discord between my sensibility and my apparent sensitivity. It is uncomfortable, especially since I was naughty and paid it a bit too much attention this morning, slightly painful. Its irritated and irritating and obvious. Theo said many times, "Mommy owie. Owie." As I moved through the store I became less self-conscious and filled my cart with things from the list, and things from the want-not-need section labeled CLEARANCE. I was reminded of my ginormous spots again in the check out line. The woman in front of me (who we've seen recently somewhere else-middle of Ridgedale!) has a boy close in age to Theo, the singer. She looked up to comment about his song. She did a double take and couldn't make eye contact. I wanted to say, "Its not catchy." Oh well. At least my babies love me AND my ruby owies.