You know how I mentioned that I had sampled some sugar after my 40 day fasting from said evil? Yah. Well, I'm 41 and now my face looks more like I'm 14. I blame last night's Dr. Pepper and the tiramisu. And the samples of my homemade lemonade I had earlier. And society. I blame society. Don't know why. I just do. I'm sure they're responsible for this break out as sure as they're responsible for those kid's CDs with kids singing "popular" songs - with lyrics completely inappropriate for their age. (You can all thank the TV right next to me for that last bit.)
After hearing my whiney lament, hubby stated, "'Acne goes away'! Ha! That's the biggest lie they ever tell you when you're young." I wouldn't go as far as calling it "acne". But I get his point.
File this one under "Tourette's Mom needs to get a grip on her vanity."