ONE of my Obsessions

I have an obsession. Actually I have several, but I'm only telling you about one right now. My children and my husband hate it. My sister loves it about me. My mother thinks it's inappropriate. My Daddy is indifferent. I know a lot of people suffer with this. I am a
ZIT POPPER! If I see a zit on someone I know, I soo want to pop it and will probably ask if I can. I think it's the breaking thru the skin that I like. Ya know, when the pressure builds up behind the zit? I don't like to use my fingernails, because they cut the skin and you don't get a good POP! My family (Jay and the girls) actually run from me. My sister calls me over to pop hers. I've considered therapy for it, but I have so many other things that my therapist wants to discuss, I'm not sure we'll ever get to it. But the time I'm out of therapy, that might be my only vice! :) So I tell you all of this to prepare you for what happened to me on Sunday afternoon at church. My sister and I were working in our classroom at church when I heard a few facial areas calling my name. So I popped a few successfully, but not that great, big POP, wow, I'm satisfied, I've done my job, kinda work. I spotted another on her lower cheek, close to her lip. As I squeezed, I could see the core rising to the top of the skin. I knew this on was gonna be a good one. I had squeezed as hard as I could, but it didn't pop, so I repositioned my fingers, planted my feet, and put all my strength into my two fingers, squeezed with all my might, AND..
it squirted me right in the glasses! As I saw it coming, I kept squeezing, but closed my eyes. Now that folks, is sickness. Kris and I laughed so hard I thought we might fall down. Believe it or not, I don't recall that that has ever happened to me before. This has not deterred me, so if you need a CHEAP "facial", CALL ME!

Leann