Girl Child? Has a zit.
Not just a zit? A HUGE OH MY FREAKING SWEET LORD kind of zit.
On her chin.
While in the line at the post-office today (consequently, did you know that if you are completely unprepared to mail a parcel that it is acceptable, lo, ENCOURAGED for you to come stand in the line at the post office? And to get to the counter with your parcel in a Wal-Mart bag and absolutely no clue of the recipients address? And then get angry and hateful with the person behind the counter who is being THE NICEST PERSON ON THE PLANET TO YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU SUCK? Well, it's all true. At my post office anyway) I noticed the ginormous zit on her face and I said, because I'm classy,
"GIRL CHILD! YOU HAVE A HUGE ZIT ON YOUR FACE!"
She made that "OH MY GOD SHUT UP" face at me. Then she smiled because she's a Girl Scout and we do crap like that.
"I'm going to take a picture of it," I told her. "For posterity."
"We'll put it in an album and label it 'Classic Memories'," said the Boy Child, dreamily.
Girl Child? She doesn't find us very amusing.
I'm pretty sure she's Jason kid.