Are you there god? It's me MRSA.

Margaret had to deal with buying her first bra, having her first period, coping with belted sanitary napkins (times have changed for the better, in so many ways), developing breasts and being the child of an interfaith marriage.

And I have MRSA. On my face.

That pretty much sums it up.

Thanks, good night, god bless and drive home safely folks.
Nov 11 '09

In the beginning

It started innocently enough, a small red blemish over the corner of my lip.  A little concealer and poof, almost magically, it was an afterthought.

I was off to an art opening and eventually a liquor-soaked soiree called Speakeasy and then the wind-down thereafter.  All in all, a successful evening full of friends, free-flowing alcohol and easy conversation.

When I arrived home in the wee hours, all that was left to do was to let the critters out

(and, of course, in again), lock up the domicile, brush the teeth and to wash off any remnants of war paint.

Aforementioned red blemish looks just a little redder, must’ve been a tough night for the little one, what with all the embraces and cheek-kissing. It can be rough sometimes, being a social animal.

But tomorrow is another day and we can use the full force of the beauty regimen to right the ship and force our little friend into submission. Or so I thought.