I'm going to read at my niece's school tomorrow. We're to read a book together (she's leaning toward one of the Strega Nona stories, which is fine with me). Should be fun, yes? Here's the thing: I have an enormous pimple. Smack dab on the philtrum.
First of all, I'm not a youngling. I should be very much over and done with pimples and related blemishes, thank you very much.
Secondly, it bloody well hurts.
Finally, I look a wee bit freakish. Third graders may break down in tears.