and what would your zit like to drink?

Today was a pottery day at Christy's house, one of my favorite ways to spend a Sunday afternoon. I was pleasantly surprised to find that a big pasta bowl that I had done came out really really great. Not that I need another bowl, but hey, it's good for parties.

So I get to Christy's house and we're standing in the kitchen chit-chatting when she touches a mole on her chin and says, "Hey, I never noticed we have the same mole."

Me: Um, mine's a zit.

Pause.

He's so big and he's been here so long, I decided to name him. Henry.

Christy: I tried to have mine removed, but the doctor said it'd leave a scar.

Me: I tried to have mine removed, but Henry's afraid of needles.