So, the other day I passed by a mirror, caught sight of myself and groaned.
Why? (I don't normally groan at myself. Well, okay, not often.)
Because I noticed I suddenly had another broken capillary on my face (I have one on the side of my nose that drives me NUTS because it's so hard to cover). And if I thought that other one was hard to cover, this one was going to be a doozy.
The new one was smack dab on my cheekbone, under my left eye. Front and center. I'd need spackle to cover it.
Hence, the moaning and groaning, because I'm not much of a spackle-wearer.
Anyhow, because I can't help myself, I poked at it.
And LO AND BEHOLD...it came off on my finger.
It hadn't been a broken capillary at all.
It had been marinara sauce, a remnant of lunch.
No spackle needed after all. Just better table manners apparently.