Well, it’s not as morbid as all that.
First, hello all. I’ve been gone for a little under a year, save a check-in post a few days or weeks ago. I hope you’re well. I’m engaged again and I sell health insurance now. I also have a new laptop. Life is good.
Anyway, the lady was sitting cross-legged in front of me staring at my face in that way that means that she is about to go pore-hunting. I saw the gleam in her eyes as she looked over my nose – usually good for a blackhead or three. I try to use the Oil of Olay stuff she sets out, but then I get distracted.
She poked me for a bit, as she is wont to do. Lovely girl. Then, oh then, she spotted it. A small, purple dot right between my eyes.
Little did she know that I had actually taken care of that particular growth the night before. It was really remarkable when I did – I merely came close enough to deliver to it a proper hello and it fired its goodness all over the mirror. It had been a while since I had enjoyed one with such propulsive force, and I chortled as I Windexed. When her eyes darted between mine and then lit up, ooooh, I thought something delightful may be afoot.
Well, having been recently emptied, that particular pore hadn’t had time to reload fully. Pity – although, it had a copious amount of blood hiding just below the surface. I don’t usually get zits such as that, and I was curious to see what would happen.
She arranged her tiny little hands (she’s 4’11" – awww) about the area and gave it a bit of a press. I suppressed a smile as I daydreamed about what could have been, if only she had happened across the fellow the day prior. Then, she blinked. Blink blink. Blink.
And that rather summed it up. The right side of her face was…well, covered in blood. It was really impressive. Rather reminiscent of that one scene in Jurassic Park where the girl (I forget her name, the young one, not the botanist) was in the car after the T-Rex attacked it. You know, she’s lying on her side and you see half of her face and you think "Oh, well, she’s not so - " and then she turns, and you notice that the other half of her countenance is obscured by most of whatever fluids exited the elevator in that one scene in the Shining.
And it says something about the quality of this particular online forum that, upon seeing her shocked expression behind my blood and having only made one post here in a very long while that I immediately thought “Oh, well the SDMB should know about this.”
And bless the little trooper, she went and got a washcloth, wiped herself off, and then came back and continued The Hunt. What a catch!