Several days ago, I did a post alleging that God hates motorcycles.
Today, at the ripe young age of 39 (+ 11), I have a zit the size of Rhode Island on my forehead. Seriously, this thing should have it's own zip code. It's the kind of zit that's so big, it gives you a headache. It's the kind of zit that is so big that my loving family felt compelled to sweetly refer to it as my third eye all day today.
Coincidence? I think not.