39

So can we all just take a moment to discuss being 39.  
And having skin like an effing teenager.  
What is with that???  

Jessica Simpson called.  

She'd like to offer me a life time supply of proactiv.  

I know.  So kind.

If I wasn't so up myself I'd totally take a photo of my lip, yes my lip, to show you exactly what I'm talking about,  but I just can't bring myself to do it.  Instead you'll have to rely on this charming written visual to get you through because right at this very moment, I have the most unattractive, hardcore, red, angry pimple erupting on my upper lip.  Yes, my upper lip. 

I'd like to think it kind of looks like I've been gently stung by a bee, or maybe had just a little bit of work done, you know, Real Housewives of Wherever style, but no.  I totally look like an old Nanna with a great big, dirty old zit on the top of my lip.

Do you reckon these lovely ladies ever get zits on their lips? Somehow I doubt it. 

Anyho, in other news, these lovely little things arrived in the post yesterday...

Yep, things are getting totes professional around here....if only I had someone to actually hand them out to.  Maybe my local dermatologist???  K&Co (and her volcanic sized zit) over and out xox

How about you?  Are you a housewife who wears high heels and cocktail frocks all day long or are you more of a casual, pimply kind of girl, like me?...