I went to the dermatologist this morning.  No, nothing is wrong, unless you can count my obsession with the teeny tiny lines around my eyes and over my top lip and the dark patches on my cheeks and my pores OH MY GOD MY PORES!!!

God my life is hard.

The dermatologist wrote me a couple of prescriptions and gave me some advice about products and then whipped out a can of liquid nitrogen and froze three spots off  my face.  Before he did it, he explained that for the next week to ten days I will look like crap (scabbing! possible blistering! on my CHEEKS!) but then the skin will slough off and heal and NO MORE DARK SPOTS.

And I was so excited about the prospect of perfect skin that I said, “Hey, I’m here, you’ve got the blow torch out, let’s do it!”  And he did.

And THEN I remembered that I have a book signing on Saturday.  Whoops.

(Because I am shallow I asked the nurse when I could start putting concealer on the burned spots and she said, “Oh honey, TOMORROW if you want,” which was a BIG relief although I’ll probably wait until Saturday to let them heal, you know, because I want my skin to be PERFECT.  Shallow.  Seriously.)

Tonight, Wade came home from work and held out his arm and said gleefully, “Look!  I have hives!”  God we are so hott.