I have a lot of freckles. My mom told me freckles are where angels kissed me or the devil poked me with his pitchfork before I was born. She also told me dust particles were little angels flying around. She also told me that thunder was Jesus rearranging his furniture or bowling. She also told me Spam was buffalo meat so I would eat it because some Native Americans ate buffalo and she knew I was all about that. Did I ever tell you about the time I was shopping with my mom and I was sitting in the front of the shopping cart and I begged for a pair of plaid pants from a discount store because I saw a picture of Geronimo wearing some? Theres no real point to this post but I just felt like saying something and I just caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and noticed the freckles are out in full force. Makes sense. It is summer. Im not going to be like Jan Brady though and put lemon juice on my face to lighten them up. Everyone knows freckles make people look more groovy. Duh.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Aug 2014 18:55:29 +0000